The More the Merrier

Chapter 800 Fluttering Heart

When Arissa stepped out of the bathroom, she was taken aback by the sight of Benjamin relaxing comfortably in bed. “I thought you had to attend to some matters?” she asked.

Benjamin took his eyes off his phone and turned his attention to her, saying, “I’m done.” Nodding, Arissa went to sit on the couch and started drying her hair.

Her heart always beat wildly when she was alone with Benjamin, a sure sign that she was in love with him. Suddenly, the towel in her hand was snatched away. She turned around in shock and saw it was Benjamin.

He turned her head back and said, “Stop moving. I’ll dry your hair for you!” Arissa’s hair was silky soft. Benjamin adored the feel of her hair and lovingly started drying her hair with the towel. He followed up with the hairdryer.

“Why don’t you go for your shower too?” she said. Benjamin gazed tenderly at her charming earlobe, and his fingers couldn’t help but reach out to fondle it.

Arissa shied away from him instinctively. Her heart fluttered and skipped a beat when he touched her. Benjamin smiled when he noticed her blushing cheeks. He bent over to lean on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “You’re still uneasy?”

Arissa found his deep, rich voice very sensual. She gulped to calm herself, then turned around and smilingly asked, “Uneasy over what?”

“Over me.” Staring straight into her eyes, Benjamin tilted her chin up and leaned toward her. Arissa closed her eyes, her trembling lashes betraying her nervousness.

initially wanted to kiss her, but when he saw how obliging she was, he decided to tease her instead. He gave her a playful pinch on the nose

 Arissa opened her eyes and saw him happily heading for his shower. She hid her face in her palms and blushed at the thought of her

so easily aroused? Even if you like him, you can’t behave

as she stole a

to the bed,

His bed is indeed more

fool

Wait for me!

she recalled his words,

he wanted to get intimate with her. Recalling how they nearly did the bashful act the other time, she glanced toward the bathroom and hesitated, wondering if she should go sleep with the

seemed to have sensed her anxiety,

brave front as she shouted back, “Who’s running

what do I have to lose? It’s not our first time anyway. Other women would kill for the chance to sleep with him! And it’s good

grew. Sensing that he was about to come out of the shower, she had the urge to run out of the

phone on the bedside table. It