The two of them rubbed together in bed until the afternoon, without doing anything, just kissing.
Averi doesn't consider herself a person who loves kissing. After being entangled for a long time, she drools too much and feels a bit nauseous.
After going crazy, Dallas became gentler and more silent, and she was more willing to let him go a little.
Until he was hungry and his stomach was growling and muffled. Averi was embarrassed and stopped there without moving.
Dallas was also taken aback, then his mouth curved upwards.
Their faces pressed against each other, lips touching each other. As soon as his breath changed, Averi immediately caught them.
She huffed, annoyed. "What's so funny?"
A simple sentence makes him happier than countless teasers.
Dallas hugged the person, quieted down for a moment, and only came up with a subtle coaxing: "I'm not laughing."
Averi's voice grew muffled as she said, "If you can't lie, don't say it."
Dallas was stroking her fingertips on the back and didn't speak for a while.
The air gradually condenses.
"You," he began, and Averi's breathing slowed in response. "What do you feel like eating?"
We should relax, but Averi suddenly felt tired.
She sighed softly and said, "Dallas, do you want to ask something else?"
Averi lay on his chest, not noticing his tightened pupils.
As time passed by minute by minute, Dallas finally spoke up, "What if that's the case?"
What should come will always come. She asked candidly, "What do you want me to say?"
My heart sank suddenly, and Dallas' voice cooled down: "You think you can just say whatever I want to hear?"
The tone carries a faint hint of mockery, unable to determine whether it is mocking her or oneself.
"I can't."
Her voice was soft and clear, and her heart was buried in nothingness.
He was about to push her away when she leaned in boneless again, rubbing her lips against his cold jawline and softly asking, "Are you angry again?"
His thin lips curved into a cold, emotionless line. "Do I even have the right to be angry?"
If you're being sarcastic, you really don't look like him.
Averi's heart softened as a result, and he lifted his head fearlessly to meet his gloomy gaze, saying, "Yes, you can handcuff me and come to me day and night, using all the things in the drawer on me."
"Averi!"
"Hmm. "Averi brushed her lips against his, a soft laugh escaping her. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. It's your fault for being so irresistible."
irresistible?!
What is more infuriating than perfunctory is being looked down upon.
As if knowing he was leaving, Averi held onto him tightly, kissing his neck, collarbone, and chest with infinite affection, kissing him while moving downwards. Finally, he stayed in his lower abdomen and pecked at his tight muscles.
"If you don't like it, just push me away."
Dallas just put one hand on her shoulder, but she dodged and said, "I'm lying to you."
She looked up, her eyes black and bright: "You lied first, you clearly liked it."
Finger flick the hard penis. The muscles under the lips are tighter, with twisted desires that have nowhere to be released.
Averi smiled and said, "Dallas, you're really not good at lying. Better not try it again."
After speaking, he tilted his head and licked his scrotum, taking in a small piece of soft skin and nibbling on it.
Dallas propped up his body and glared at her angrily, only to see her flushed cheeks slightly sunken and her eyebrows lowered as she sucked on her most intimate spot. The more he looked at her, the more captivated he became.
Dallas slumped back into bed, one hand resting on his forehead, trying to restrain his breathing.
There's no way at all.
He has no way to deal with her.
When her lips returned to his, Dallas flipped over and pressed down, kissing fiercely.
Averi wrapped her legs around his waist and caressed his back with both hands, as if grooming a wild cat. While he nibbled on her chin, she moaned, "Dallas, I want some water "
After a night of intense passion and hours spent kissing, taking in his taste and giving more of herself, she felt utterly drained.
"Mmm! "Her chin ached as the man lying on top of her quickly rolled over and got out of bed. She only had time to grab his wrist.
The wet pupils flickered with alertness, and the slightly trembling hands could not exert much force, with fingers barely tightening.
Dallas glanced at her hand, and after a moment, the hard lines of his face softened. "I'll go get you some water."
She didn't react and furrowed her brows in confusion, holding onto his wrist.
Dallas: "Here's some water for you
Averi was stunned, released his hand, and his fingers were about to leave him warm, being grasped by his big palm in the back.
Solid and powerful touch, enveloping her in all directions.
"Where do you think I'm going? "He asked.
Averi lowered her eyes, concealing her embarrassment.
Dallas was far kinder than she deserved. He didn't press for answers, simply tightened his hold on her delicate hand and said, "I'll get some water."
The voice is much smoother than before, and it doesn't sound bad emotionally.
Averi responded with a nod.
The atmosphere was tense the previous second, but now it has eased.
Knowing she was thirsty, Dallas brought back a large glass of water, warm and perfect for the entrance temperature.
The glass cup reached the bottom, and the antique bronze palm naturally reached over to pick up the cup. Averi looked up at the person, the sunlight shining on his face, deep eyebrows and eyes, and a sharp jawline.
The two of them looked at each other quietly for a moment, creating a perfect atmosphere of ambiguity.
Averi lowered her eyelashes first, hugged his waist, and said nothing.
They all understand the principle of not asking questions without answers, so Dallas doesn't ask whether to love or not, and Averi doesn't ask whether to stay or not.
*
On Friday again, Dallas escorted Averi back to his old home.
Averi's mind was still on the document, halfway through it, there was a data that he kept in mind. However, she couldn't be late for Friday's dinner, so she had to put down her documents and leave work on time.
Dallas noticed that she was absent-minded, and when her high heels went up the stairs, they were clearly not lifted high enough, so he helped her arm in advance.
After she stood firm, she took out her slippers and placed them in front of her.
Averi came to her senses, looked at the man who was putting her shoes, whispered thank you, changed her shoes with his arm, and then bent down to put her high heels in the shoe cabinet.
Odin saw this scene from a distance and felt an inexplicable strangeness in his heart.
"Averi, you're back."
"Well, Odin, have everyone else arrived."
Eli is still on the way.
Averi nodded. "Dallas, you should go back," she said.
Odin noticed that the silent man's eyes had been fixed on Averi, even when he was speaking.
He is a bodyguard, and it seems he should be the same.
Odin remained silent.
Until dinner was over, everyone gathered in the side hall to drink tea. Averi relaxed, raised one foot, and swayed with her slippers hanging on her toes. Odin glanced a few more times and suddenly realized what was wrong.
When changing shoes at the entrance earlier, she put her high heels in the shoe cabinet by herself.
Why?
He knew she wasn't the kind of person who would dictate things, but would the previous Averi do the same? He tried to recall Averi's movements every time she entered the house. She would thank the servant who took the shoes, and sometimes she would take the slippers herself, but she never put the high heels she had replaced back in the shoe cabinet.
Why not let that bodyguard do it today?
He could only think of one reason - because she didn't want him to look too much like a servant.
Odin narrowed his eyes, unable to believe the thought crossing his mind. His breath suddenly turned sharp and cold.
