Sara didn't wake up until the next morning, feeling a bit dizzy and aching all over, with the salacious scenes from the night before constantly flashing in her mind. She let out a groan and covered her face, "How did we end up confessing in bed? Oh my God..."
"What confession?"
A faint voice suddenly sounded right by her ear, and Sara froze for a moment before slowly turning her head to see Jamie sitting beside her.
He wasn't wearing any clothes, the blanket had slipped down to cover his lower half, leaving his upper body exposed with scratches and bite marks. Sara vaguely remembered that she had bitten him hard last night during their intense session. She started by biting his arm, which made her teeth ache, and Jamie even suggested she could bite his shoulder or hand instead.
What was he showing her now?!
Sara warily pulled the blanket tighter, stammering, "What are you doing? It wasn't just my fault last night..."
Jamie glanced at her, his tone filled with grievance. 'You were the one who wanted to kiss me first, and after kissing, you said you'd help me...'"
Sara awkwardly giggled, "Ah... You remember that..."Haven't they all said that after waking up, they don't remember anything? It's all fake!
I was just a little drunk, wasn't I? Jamie rubbed his forehead, as if remembering something, and added, "And you just mentioned 'confession'..."
Sara's heart jumped. She may not be as sensitive to emotions, but she understood last night that she had feelings for Jamie, even if she couldn't call it love. Otherwise, how could she have slept with him?
But lying to him was a fact... Should she confess everything?
Sara was still debating when she heard Jamie continue, "Actually, I have something to confess to you as well."
Sara thought of last night's sex and immediately panicked, "Did you shoot inside?"!
Jamie's carefully prepared emotions nearly broke down, but he bit his tongue and managed to say after a moment, "No."
That's fine. Sara let out a sigh of relief, then asked, "What is it?"
Jamie bit his lip, surrounded by unease, and spoke in a particularly cautious tone, "The truth is, I really like you. I liked you long before you were unable to control your feelings for me."
Sara had a vague feeling of something being wrong when she heard him mention future husband in that tone yesterday, and now that she heard him say this, she had a vague suspicion. She asked suspiciously, "So why didn't you confess to me? And after that, why did you wait a whole day to agree when I confessed to you?"
Jamie looked at her sadly and lowered his head slightly, speaking in a melancholy tone, "Sara, I'm not stupid. I like you, so I know what love should be like. I also know why you confessed to me. I struggled with this decision for a whole day before making up my mind. Even if you were lying to me, I still wanted to be with you."
He paused for a moment, lowering his head even more, as if he lacked the courage to face her, "Even yesterday, I knew you were only physically attracted to me. But I still took that step because I can't refuse you... even if you were here to break up with me...I..." He seemed unable to continue, his voice choked and stopped.
Sara felt ashamed. She thought Jamie was plotting against her, so she took a cautious approach, but she never expected this guy to be a devoted lover... She felt especially sour in her heart. With such straightforward and sincere love right in front of her, and she was not a robot, How could she not be moved?
She gently pulled his hand over and Jamie hesitated for a second before trying to withdraw it. Sara held on tighter and said in a hurry, "Who said I don't like you? I'm just... just a bit slow to warm up."
Jamie struggled to hold back his sadness and said, "You don't have to do this. I promise to break up with you..."
"Who said I want to break up with you!" Sara immediately panicked when she heard the trembling tone in his voice: "I really didn't lie to you this time, although this little bit of liking is not as much as what I lied to you about, but it's real, otherwise how could I have slept with you last night?"
Jamie fell silent, as if he was thinking, and then nervously asked, "Really?"
Sara couldn't stand his cautious manner now, he was such a composed person, but he looked like he was about to break because of her! How could she be such an asshole?
"Really!" Sara grabbed his other hand as well, leaned in, and said in a hurry and worried tone, "You said you could tell, then look up at me now and see for yourself."
His hand suddenly tightened, clearly nervous, and hesitated for a long time before not daring to look up.
Sara became impatient and let go of his hand, then held his head up and leaned in close to him.
She clumsily tried to copy the actions he had done last night to kiss his lips, and when she heard his disrupted breathing, she didn't see any response from him, so she tried harder, and eventually he finally kissed her back passionately.
After an intense kiss, both of them collapsed on the bed, Jamie lay on top of her, stroking her face with his hand, and still uncertainly asked, "So you're not breaking up with me?"
Sara breathed unevenly, panting, "Yes."
The sunlight streamed through the curtains into the room, and Jamie's smile flashed briefly on his lips, but for that moment, it was brighter than the sunlight, and Sara's heart raced even more. She licked her lips and wrapped her legs around his waist, whispering, "Do you want to make love?"
"Yes."
Jamie replied, kissing her lips. He sank his hips down, and his penis penetrated her vagina all the way to the bottom.
Sara felt so good that her scalp tingled, and as she floated in and out of consciousness, she thought, it seems that novels are not lying, she just opened the wrong way last night.
