She had already moved from the head of the bed to the foot, staring intently at the bathroom door, waiting for him to cout. When he did, she patted the bed, inviting him over.
Alexander walked out, drying his hair with a towel, wearing a white bathrobe. The open collar showed the bandages on his chest.
"Why are you at the foot of the bed?" he asked.
Quinn tilted her head back with a cheeky smile. "Waiting for you." Alexander met her gaze, feeling a mix of emotions.
He wiped his hair a few more times, tossed the towel onto the sofa, and lifted the blanket off her. "Get back to the head of the bed." "Okay," she said quickly, crawling back to the head of the bed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter turning off the lights, as soon as he got into bed, she snuggled into his arms.
He held her close; her pajamas were so thick it felt like he was holding a furry soft toy.
Quinn loved his scent, a faint fragrance she couldn't identify but somehow, it made her feel secure.
In her homesick loneliness, holding Alexander and smelling his scent was her only comfort.
Her hair brushed his jaw, the fuzz on her pajamas tickled his chest, and her breath warmed his neck.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, the tightening grip around her waist woke her up.
With her cheek pressed against his neck, she complained softly, "You're holdingtoo tight." But instead of loosening, his grip tightened even more, it almost seemed as if he wanted to squeeze her in half. She struggled a bit, dissatisfied.
Alexander rubbed his cheek against hers and whispered in her ear, "Quinn." "What is it?" she asked.
His fingers wandered around her waist, his voice becoming husky. "I can't hold back anymore." Quinn didn't understand and thought for a moment. "Do you need to go to the bathroom? Go ahead." "I'm not talking about the bathroom," Alexander gritted his teeth.
"Then what can't you hold back?" Quinn asked naively. Suddenly, Alexander pressed a switch, and the room lights con.
The glaring light made her instinctively bury her face in his neck.
He pried her away and sat up on the bed, looking at her deeply.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe looked at him in confusion, thinking, 'Why is he pullingup? I don't need to go to the bathroom.' "What are you doing?" Quinn asked, puzzled.
Alexander held her hand and said ambiguously, "Do you remember the video?" Quinn thought for a moment and nodded. "You mean that game?" He lifted her chin and kissed her lips. "Just think of it as a game." Quinn kissed him back, then said, "But I'm sleepy. Let's play tomorrow." She used the stone he used to coax her, to coax him. She couldn't understand his gaze or guess his thoughts because she was tired.
Alexander rested his head on her shoulder, closed his eyes, and stayed like that for about ten seconds. Then, he sighed in frustration and finally let go of Quinn. "Go to sleep."
Hey there! Just a friendly reminder that if you're not reading this book on nel5s.org, you might be missing but on the complete story. Head over there to dive into the next chapter-it's all free! Just as Quinn was about to lie down, she sat up again. "I need to go to the bathroom, too." The content. is on novelenglish.net! A vein throbbed on Alexander's forehead. "Go by yourself!" Quinn hugged his neck, asking coquettishly, "No, you carry me."
Alexander's expression changed unpredictably. Suddenly, he flipped her onto the bed, pinning her down, and warned, "If you keep hugginglike this, don't blme for what happens next." Quinn's hands were pinned down, and she struggled a bit but couldn't break free. She looked at him innocently. "But I need to go to the bathroom," she insisted.
'If he doesn't want to carrythere, I can go by myself; why is he being so fierce?' she complained to herself.
As he stared into her clear eyes, his breathing becmore erratic.
"Don't look atlike that," he muttered.
"You're acting weird. How should I look at you? I..."
Before she could finish her sentence, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her swallowing the rest of her words; turning them into muffled whimpers. X