NovelEnglishHis voice got louder, causing Dorothy's brows to furrow deeply.
"Keep it down, will you?" Everett took a deep breath, convincing himself not to continue this pointless argument with a drunk.
Patiently, he wrapped his arms around her, soothing her like he would his daughter, gently stroking her hair.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Be a good girl. Drink this hangover cure, and you'll feel much better. Then get some sleep. The kids are looking forward to playing with you tomorrow." Perhaps it was the tenderness in his voice that did it, but Dorothy suddenly rolled over, pinning Everett to the bed; her arms encircled his neck and she nuzzled him like a kitten.
This gesture conjured a memory.
Back in the days at Swevia Country, Dorothy would always climb into bed and nuzzled him after he finished work and took his evening shower. It seemed like in this moment, she was absolutely certain that the man she was holding was indeed Everett.
"Ready to sleep?" Everett rested his chin on her forehead, his arm encircling her waist.
"Mhm," her discomfort was still evident through her muffled voice.
Everett turned to place the already open bottle of hangover cure on the nightstand. But as he turned back, the woman in his arms had already begun to tug at her clothes.
"You hot?" "Help me take this off... Everett... help me... | can't find the buttons..." Dorothy's voice was a shaky mix of frustration and annoyance, clearly at odds with the elusive buttons.
She was drunk, and her actions needed no reason.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Everett was just a man! A man who hadn't indulged himself in quite some time.
With each word, Everett's voice grew huskier with a heavy rasp, "Let me go, and I'll help you change into your nightgown." "I don't want you to go..." Dorothy's drunken speech was petulant, even her irritation sounding almost like coaxing.
Everett could feel his temples throbbing! "Okay, | won't go. Just sleep now." "Then take off my clothes!" Everett closed his eyes, struggling to suppress the surge of thoughts, "Let me get out of bed, and then I'll help you change.” He knew he couldn't lie in that bed another second! "Everett, don't you love me anymore?" Dorothy suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils clear yet hazy, "Why... don't you want me?" He bit his lips and had no answer for that question.
But in the next instant, Dorothy's hand made a bold move toward his lower body! Everett tensed up and clenched his teeth immediately, "Dorothy, don’t mess around!" Dorothy pouted, her dissatisfaction clear after being scolded, "But you're... you know..." "Are we really not going to do it today?" she added, moving closer intentionally, her scent nearly driving Everett mad. She made no effort to restrain herself, even trying to reach inside his waistband! Everett clenched his molars. He grasped her wrist tightly in his hands.
"That's enough. It's time for you to sleep.” Dorothy blinked, and there seemed to be a real chance of tears, "You don't love me anymore..." "Listen to me, we can't do this now! You're drunk, and you'll hate me when you sober up tomorrow!" "l won't!" "You will!" "Then you just don't love me..." Dorothy's first tear finally fell, "In the past, after cuddling me, you'd undress me, and we'd..." Everett was at a loss for words. It was true - that had been their way! But that was in Swevia Country!
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