Emily parked the white off-roader downstairs.
Although they live on the second floor, there was a huge gap between men and women in terms of physical strength. Moving Simon to the apartment from the passenger seat exhausted her. She even rested twice on the way.
After opening the door, she did not help him to the living room, nor to the guest room. Instead, she went straight to the master bedroom.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Simon's sturdy body fell on the big bed.
Emily raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead and nose. With the bedside lamp on, she looked at him lying on the bed. The dim yellow light covered his handsome face, and his eyes were halfclosed because of drunkenness.
She licked her lips and leaned over to help him take off his jacket.
Although she was mentally prepared, she was nervous. After all, she had never done such thing before. She didn't know where to start.
Seeing the crease between his eyebrows, she knew that he was uncomfortable. She reached out and took off his leather shirt. The shirt had been unbuttoned when they were going upstairs. At this time, the bronze skin was revealed...
Emily turned around and tried to get some water from the kitchen.
She didn't know if it was because she was going to have s*x with him, or because she was thirsty.
When her feet just moved, her wrist was suddenly caught, and then, by a little force, she fell on his body with a little cry.
The back of her head was pressed down and fell on his thin lips.
In an instant, the pungent smell of wine filled her mouth.
Emily didn't touch even half a drop of wine in the evening, but now she felt she was getting drunk. The world was spinning around her.
With his arm on the side of her head, Simon's charming eyes were fixed on her. The alcohol made him lag in response and out of sobriety. He felt dizzy and all he could see was her blushed face.
Perhaps it was because of alcohol. He was breathing shorter and shorter.
The smell of alcohol with the masculine smell of his body mixed into an unusually seductive taste.
Emily swallowed her saliva and took a deep breath.
She hook her arms around his neck.
"Simon, do you miss me?"
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Under the effect of alcohol, Simon blurted, "I miss you..."
Of course he missed her!
How could he not!
After being separated for more than half a year, he spent not a single night not missing her.
Especially when she appeared in the Tbridge City area, he sneaked into her room in the middle of the night so many times. Not only did he want to kiss her and hug her, but he also wanted to be like before. God knew how painful it was for him to resist his desire.
Simon's handsome face shook slightly, and it seemed that he was caught in a deep entanglement and struggle. He also tried to wake himself up.
There seemed to be a voice telling him, "No, you can't..."
Emily gritted her teeth and hug him without hesitation.
The last bit of reason in his head had completely collapsed, and Simon couldn't think anymore.
The curtains were not drawn, and the bright
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