Maybe it was because the light was too dim.
Or maybe it was because the night was too beautiful.
Agnes finally gave into temptation.
Their bodies were pressed together tightly under the covers.
In the heat of the moment, Agnes still had some sense, "The clothes aren't dry yet."
Jared pinned her against the bathroom wall, holding her waist tightly, changing positions, and a heated kiss followed.
As their lips tangled together, he mumbled, "Screw it..."
In the morning, Agnes woke up to the sensation of something tickling her face, like a feather. She rubbed her eyes, and as she opened them, she was greeted by a handsome face that made her heart flutter. Jared was already awake, his fingers gently touching her brows.
Confused, Agnes frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
Jared's voice, hoarse from sleep, carried a certain magnetism as he replied, "Nothing, just wanted to look at you."
His simple words made Agnes blush.
Agnes dared not meet Jared's eyes, they seemed to sparkle.
Agnes puffed out her cheeks unconsciously, "Sweet-mouthed guy."
Jared leaned towards Agnes, pulling her into his embrace.
That in itself was nothing, but Agnes's hand accidentally touched something.
Then she noticed that Jared was not wearing any clothes.
She couldn't help but say, "You're too much, sleeping naked!"
"Is that too much? There's worse, wanna see?"
Agnes quickly surrendered, "No, I'm too tired. I have school today."
Last night, they...
Jared was like a wild beast that hadn't eaten in seven days.
Jared smirked, "Then just let me hold you and don't move."
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