Even after Her Death by Rita Bond

Chapter 116 Don't Move

Chapter 116 Don't Move

I was just as shocked as he was. Although I was 28 when died, my experience with Luke in real situations only amounted to that one night-and it happened after we'd both been drinking.

That night, I was incredibly drunk, everything a blur in my memory. The next morning. I woke up over, but I couldn't quite remember how it had felt at the time.

sore

all

This, however, was different. I could feel the heat of a man on me so clearly for the first time.

I knew men tended to wake up with these kinds of reactions, but having him so close, his warmth pressing against me, made my face turn bright red, my heart race uncontrollably. Flustered, I had no idea how to react in the moment.

I quickly remove myeg from around his waist, but in my panic, my knee brushed across his willy.

A soft groan escaped from him, "Mmm."

Carter's eyes deepened. His voice, low and husky, brushed over my ear. "Don't move."

Learefully lifted my gaze to him. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his jaw tight, his expression one of restrained patience. His half-closed eyes betrayed the effort it took to hold back.

Our bodies were still pressed together, and his body temperature surrounded me from all sides, burning through the blankets.

The scent of the rose body lotion on my skin filled the air, adding an intensity to the moment.

Carter's features were more striking than Luke's. His face was finely chiseled, his features sharp and defined, and his cold, indifferent eyes locked onto me.

I had been scared before, but now, I wasn't. My hody felt strangely alive, as though a warm current was flowing from my lower abdomen all the way to my limbs, even down to my tailbone, leaving me tingling We didn't say anything, just lying there quietly. After a while, Carter finally released the hand he had placed on my waist.

I threw the covers off and jumped out of bed, the cool air hitting me like a splash of cold water, cooling the warmth that had been rising within me.

"I was supposed to go back to sleep after giving you the therapy last night, but you suddenly grabbed me, and I couldn't pull away," I explained, trying to make sense of the situation

He probably hadn't had a proper rest in days, and he wasn't fully aware of what had happened.

Thinking of this, Carter said coldly, "Sorry."

"It's fine. I-I'll just go freshen up," I said, hastily flee toward the bathroom.

My body felt like it was on fire. I was burning up.

I turned on the warm water and took a quick shower, trying to cool myself down.

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thought Carter was incapable of such things,

my knee brushing past his willy made my

So hard.

And so big.

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this? Especially when he had been an elder of mine for all these years.) Unbeknownst to

said, "Mr. Bolton, here is

"Mm."

turned around to get Carter's clothes ready. Carter, listening to the sound of the shower, lowered his gaze. He instructed. "You can leave now." "Yes,

gaze to

her life's events, her likes and dislikes, and even the exact scores from her elementary

he read, the more furrowed

realized I had rushed

with someone was still

there was a robe prepared for me by

wasn't

I had to admit that even before, my shape wasn't bad. However, Zoey's body was flawless, with fair skin, a tiny waist, and slim, long legs that were even longer than mine. On top of that, a naturally

the robe as tightly as I could, but

wasn't rude, so I didn't have

in the mirror, I couldn't help but marvel. Youth was such a gift-my skin was

the door, planning to go to the other room to change, but then I felt a sharp, intense gaze

1. me.

commanding look that I couldn't ignore, and

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of the bed, the blanket draperi below his waist, his pajamas disheveled from

the tablet, his eyes heavy with too many complicated

there

for breakfast.

almost jumped; his

thinking maybe he had

fine. I'm not

the tablet, cach movement almost rhythmic, a subtle

want to make

was so thoughtful, so different from Luke, who only ever thought of

said, "Then juice and granola.

you like juice? I'll have the kitchen prepare them in

"I do.

"Sweet or sour?"

works; I'm not picky. Mr. Bolton, I'm