Chapter 243: Want You
Yancy was sharp as a tack. He shot me a look and instantly got what I was thinking. He piped up, "Hey, everyone's beat today, and since Miss Jenny's still on the mend, eating out ain't the best idea. Luna brought a ton of ingredients, so let's just whip up something at home. It'll be simple but cozy. Miss Jenny, you cool with that?"
After he said that, Yancy glanced at Jenny.
Maybe it was just me, but I felt like Yancy's look had a bit of suspicion and disdain in it.
Yancy was spot on with what I was thinking. I was the first to throw my hand up in agreement. Brad, who always spoiled me, naturally wouldn't say no.
Plus, where we come from, only the really special and close guests get invited to eat at home.
Inviting Jenny to eat at home was also a sign of respect for her.
Jenny said she didn't mind and that eating at home would be more comfy, trying to look all dignified. But her slightly furrowed brow told us she wasn't thrilled. Maybe out of politeness, she didn't voice any objections, just thanked us and apologized for any trouble.
Yancy jumped in to help Luna with dinner, and the kitchen got busy.
Brad had been running around for days and was definitely wiped out. So I shoved him into the bedroom to rest while I hung out in the living room with our three guests.
Our chat was mostly fluff. Even back when we were at the Northern Institute of the Arts, Jenny and I didn't talk about much besides Brad. Now, with her clearly trying to muscle in on my relationship with Brad, there was even less to say.
After less than half an hour, Jenny looked kinda tired. I asked if she wanted a cup of coffee, and after thinking for a moment, she reluctantly agreed.
I headed to the kitchen to make coffee. When I turned around, I saw the two guys standing by Jenny, listening to her talk. The taller one was even bending over with his hand on the hem of his jacket. They both seemed super respectful towards Jenny. This respect wasn't like a subordinate to a boss or a student to a teacher. It was more like a servant with some power to a queen. I couldn't help but wonder about the relationship between Jenny and these two guys.
It seemed regular coffee didn't cut it for Jenny. She took a few sips with some disdain and put the cup down, still looking tired. "Jane, I'm sorry, I'm a bit tired and would like to rest for a while. Is that okay?"
I had been watching her on the sly, and she did look exhausted. A patient, after a long trip, was bound to be tired.
But two bedrooms in the house were taken, and I couldn't ask anyone to give up their room. If she wanted to rest, the only option was the sofa. But the sofa was Yancy's spot. If she took it, where would Yancy sleep?
Compared to Jenny, Yancy was like family to me, much closer. I would never let my family give up their place for my rival in love with Brad.
I scratched my head in frustration. "Jenny, the house is really too small, and there's no extra bed. How about I take you to a nearby hotel to rest now, and then bring you back for dinner? Would that be okay?"
"No need to go to so much trouble. I can just rest in the wheelchair."
The shorter guy adjusted the backrest of the wheelchair, turning it into a small bed that looked pretty comfy.
The taller guy pulled a thin blanket from his big bag and covered Jenny with it.
After giving us an apologetic smile, Jenny closed her eyes, with the two guys standing guard on either side like loyal bodyguards.
The whole dynamic between those three was a real head-scratcher.
With nothing to do, I thought about messing around on my phone but didn't want to bug Jenny. So, I wandered into the kitchen to help out, only to get shooed away by Yancy with a look that said, "Don't even try." Mia was catching some Z's, and I didn't want to wake her, so I had no choice but to head back to the bedroom with Brad.
I opened the door and found Brad already showered and chilling in a comfy cotton tee and casual pants. He was sprawled on the bed, scrolling through his phone. When he heard the door, he sat up halfway and stretched out his arms.
Blushing, I closed the door and hesitated, not sure what to do next.
In a flash, Brad had me on the bed, his strong body pinning me down, making it hard to breathe.
I was about to tell him to get off, feeling like I was being squished, but before I could say anything, he pressed his lips to mine in a fiery kiss.
My mind went blank. All I could see was his handsome smile, all I could smell was his scent, and all I could feel was the heat of his body.
I was lost in the moment, kissing him back just as passionately.
This was our third real kiss.
After being apart for over ten days, Brad was like a wild beast. His strong hands roamed up and down my back, their heat almost burning my skin.
Brad was especially wild today.
His hands felt like they were electrified, leaving a tingling sensation wherever they touched.
I couldn't handle it, feeling dizzy from his kisses, unable to think or do anything, completely at his mercy.
Brad seemed encouraged, his rough hands moving from my ribs to my waist and abdomen, caressing my skin as he murmured, "Baby, when can we make love? I'm so anxious."
Though he was asking, his hands didn't stop.
My rational mind told me to push him away because he was invading my personal space, and our relationship hadn't reached that level yet. But my body was too weak to muster any strength, instead rendered even more powerless from the strange sensations.
His breathing grew heavier, his breath burning hot against my face.
I had never been this close to anyone before. The strange feeling made my whole body tremble slightly, my rationality wavering between clarity and confusion.
"Brad." I wanted to say, "Brad, no, I'm not ready." but Brad only gave me a moment to catch my breath before kissing me again, even more fiercely and passionately.
Brad's body temperature kept rising, his body hot like a pillar of fire. I started to sweat as unfamiliar sensations slowly surged within me, leaving me unwittingly craving more.
Brad's strange intimate gestures sent shivers through my very core. My head said to back off, but my body wanted more.
My hands unconsciously wrapped around Brad's neck, pulling us closer. Our breaths intermingled, skin brushed against skin, scents blending.
"Baby, I missed you so much, I'm going crazy. Don't move, let me kiss you more. I missed you so much I could die."
Brad's words made my face blush, my heart pounding like a drum.
I tried to stay calm, looking outside. Doing this in broad daylight didn't seem right.
Suddenly, he lifted his head, his elbows propped on either side of my face. His eyes bloodshot resembled a hungry beast eyeing its prey.
Of course, the prey was me.
Brad's hand, still outside my clothes, suddenly squeezed a bit with force, making me bite my tongue to stifle a scream. He asked hoarsely, "Baby, can we make love?"
At that moment, my mind was in turmoil.
Brad, wasn't this too fast?
Should I agree? Helen always reminded me to love myself, to protect myself, and not to make love easily.
Should I not agree? Both my heart and body wanted to say yes to Brad.
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