novelxo Chapter And Joycelyn 7
Chapter 7
Joycelyn knew she couldn't escape. She looked at him with moist eyes, her voice soft and pleading. "Can we turn off the lights, please?"
"No," Ellison replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he gazed at her flushed face,
48%2
She desperately wanted to flee. Her damp fingers rested on his gants, but she couldn't muster the courage to unfasten them.
He patiently watched her, the steam from the shower creating a lazy atmosphere.
She was torn. The hot water had chased away the cold, but her clothes clung uncomfortably to her skin. She looked up at him, her face a mix of distress and embarrassment, silently hoping he would let her go. His calm demeanor unnerved her, his intense eyes fixed on her, making her blush and look away.
That was when she noticed his arm was bleeding. "You're hurt! You got injured earlier, she exclaimed, examining his solid arm. The blood, diluted by the hot water, trickled down in an alarming stream. He glanced at it and nodded. "Yes, so I'll need your help."
Guilt washed over her. If he hadn't protected her, he wouldn't have been injured. She hadn't even considered his injury earlier when he carried her inside.
"Let me wash you first," she offered, her face flushing with concern.
"Okay," he agreed, gazing at her intently.
Her face burned as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, the heat spreading to her ears. She helped him out of his pants and hesitated before pulling down his underwear.
When her soft hands spread the body wash over him, he tensed closing his eyes with a muffled groan. He had only meant to tease her, but now he was suffering too.
It had barely been three minutes. She watched him wrap a towel round himself and leave with haste. Her face burned, and she remained silent. She wanted to cover her face but realized her hands had just washed something they shouldn't have.
"Oh, so embarrassing, she muttered, making a stall fist and splashing the water. This day had been more thrilling than any roller coaster ride.
Taking a deep breath, she quickly shed her clothes and washed her hair and body. After drying her hair, she put on his shirt, feeling uncomfortable.
The lack of underwear left her feeling exposed, and she felt a drit. She added his robe, feeling ridiculous as the sleeves hung like wings and the hem dragged on the floor. Steadying her breath, she walked out, trying to appear calm
Ellison was already on the bed, his arm bandaged. He wore a light gray loungewear set, his hair soft and loose-looking different from his usual professional self. More laid-back, with a hint of handsome busband vibes.
"You bandaged yourself?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied, his eyes regaining their usual calm. "There's some ointment here for your face."
She instinctively touched her cheek, still sore and swollen from Phineas's hit. She had thought her hair concealed it and
Exclusive Profile
12:53 Mon, Feb 10 0
Chapter
Ellison wouldn't notice that.
"Okay, I'll go to sleep then," she said, taking the ointment and preparing to leave.
"There are no extra blankets. You'll sleep here tonight," he stated calmly.
48%萬
"What?" She froze, feeling like she was being drawn step by step into some kind of trap and wondering if it was already too late to turn back.
"Don't worry, I won't touch you tonight," he assured her, his voice steady and devoid of any flirtation.
She looked at him, her pretty face conflicted.
Seeing her stand there fidgeting, he dimmed the lights and lay down on the bed. "If I wanted to, I would have done it earlier, he added.
Her face flushed instantly. "Could you... not be so straightforward?" she asked, biting her lip and looking at him with trembling eyes. She couldn't figure out why he was always so calm when saying such bold things.
"Isn't that what adult love is about? Did I say something wrong? He turned his head, his deep eyes narrowing as he looked at
her.
"It sounds... it just sounds indecent, she murmured.
He chuckled. "Alright, I'll be more subtle next time. Now sleep."
His easy agreement surprised her. At work, he had been so strict, but now he seemed approachable. "I... uh..." she stammered.
"Didn't you sleep with me last night?" he asked, his voice tinged with familiar authority.
I'll go apply the ointment first," she said quickly, rushing to the bathroom. She took deep breaths for a long
time, emerging about five minutes later, still uncomfortable.
"Want me to get you some wine! Might help you relax," he offered, noting her discomfort.
She shook her head vigorously. "No, no, thanks."
"I go to bed at nine-thirty, and no phones in bed, he stated.
She gaped at him, totally shocked. She had planned to use her phone to distract herself, but his words changed her mind.
"Nine-thirty?" she repeated, surprised at the early bedtime.
"Yes," he confirmed
She blinked, feeling deflated. "What time do you get up?"
"Six, just for
me," he replied, "it's up to you, but don't stay up toote
She pouted slightly, relieved he wasn't forcing her to match his early schedule. After a few minutes of hesitation, she finally lay
down on the edge of the bed, maintaining a vast space between them.
12:53 Mon, Feb 10 0
Chapter 7
"Want me to turn on the heat? You look cold," he suggested, eye her in the robe.
4.48%,
She slipped our of the robe under the covers and lay stiffly. He ned off the lights and settled down. The room fell silent as they respected each other's space.
The day's events kept Joycelyn awake. Afler about ten minutes, he started tossing and turning restlessly. She fidgeted with the soft silk blanket and poked at the pillow, her inability to sleep evident.
Ellison, who had been lying quietly, suddenly reached out and pulled her close. "Can't sleep? Let's do something else," he murmured.
She jumped, startled, as he pressed her against him. Her loose shirt rode up, and his hand found its way to her waist, pulling her firmly against him. His dominance was clear, and she could feel his warmth and... changes.