Chapter 607 Distressed
"Hey, don't cry. Are you not feeling well or something?" Each of her sobs seemed to twist Lucas's heart.
It took a while before Lilian spoke with a pitiful quiver in her voice, "You rejected me."
"I rejected you..." Did you think I wanted to reject you?!
Lucas sighed deeply, a sign of his patience fraying at the edges, "I rejected you for your own good, so you won't have regrets when you sober up."
"You're rejecting me again!" The hurt deepened.
Lilian decided to take the initiative, lurching forward and throwing herself at Lucas.
Lucas, already unsteady from crouching, lost his balance and fell back onto the ground with a thud, Lilian's weight pressing down on him.
As she pressed down, he became acutely aware of her body pressed against his. Though she looked youthful, almost like a high schooler, and was petite, she definitely had all the right curves.
"Lucas," she whined, the playful inflection in her voice was unmistakable, "Let me try, please?"
"…No way." Lucas quickly suppressed the mischievous urge that sprang up within him.
"Please, can we?"
Lilian continued her plea, repeating her intimate gesture and her restless hand began to wander.
Until her hand crept lower...
Lucas's brow twitched, and at the same time, he heard her whisper by his ear, "Lucas, please? I just want to try it with you."
"Just trying things out," these words proved to be the straw that broke Lucas’s moral backbone.
"Lilian, don't regret this later," he said gripping the chin of the young girl, "This is your last chance. Get off me now, and I won't touch you."
With a giggling laugh through her tears, she clung to Lucas as if fearing he’d push her away.
The last thread snapped in Lucas's mind.
Before he could lift her off him though, Lilian, with his reluctant consent, eagerly began to fumble with his clothes.
"I know this part!" exclaimed Lilian proudly. "I've read it in a novel!" And she began to undress.
Even at this point, Lucas had never intended for it to happen here. But sometimes, life doesn’t go as planned.
"Your pants are mocking me; I can't get the belt undone!" A crestfallen Lilian complained to Lucas about the stubborn buckle.
"Lilian, quit it, the walls are thin here; people outside can hear everything," Lucas retorted and immediately wanted to slap himself for his beastly concerns.
"Shh—!" Lilian whispered, her index finger pressed against her lips, "They won't hear us! Let’s just keep our voices down!"
Lucas found the situation both absurd and exhilarating, with a mix of guilt and anticipation – he felt like a scoundrel while his body painfully honest. Especially with Lilian being so forward, he found himself unable to refuse her.
Perhaps his last concern was whether she truly liked him, or was it just a momentary whim?
"Lilian, if my sister finds out and decides to kill me, you'll have to be my widow, okay?"
"Okay," she agreed sweetly and then made a request, "But you better be gentle. I hate pain."
Lucas had never been so thrilled.
Even as it got late and they were both exhausted, he woke up at the first streak of dawn light; a tender weight snuggled in his arms, her hand clinging to his chest, her head on his arm. He’d held her through the night without even realizing it, afraid to let go.
This feeling was unfamiliar to Lucas, tinged with embarrassment and panic, yet overwhelmingly it was a sense of utter bliss.
He felt like he could drown in the happiness of being cared for so sweetly.
Gently, Lucas extracted his arm, tiptoeing out of bed and getting dressed. Once clothed, he sat on the bed watching Lilian sleep.
Half her face buried in the pillow, she looked so serene. Asleep, she seemed even more innocent and endearing, completely defenseless.
She truly had been good, keeping quiet just as he asked, just as he had hoped.
It wasn't until the sound of the couple downstairs opening their door and the room being completely flooded with sunlight that Lilian gradually woke up.
Frowning slightly and feeling moody, she took a while before she finally opened her eyes, glanced at Lucas, and closed them again.
"Feeling okay?" Lucas leaned in, asking softly.
Lilian's mind slowly came into focus as she stared blankly at Lucas.
Although Lucas seemed calm on the outside, he was tense inside and asked, "Do you remember what happened last night?"
Lilian obediently nodded.
"Does anything feel off?" he inquired.
She shook her head at first, then after pausing to feel said, "Just sore. My back is sore."
Her body was in good shape and they had matched well in their activities, so thankfully there was no pain.
Lucas didn't know whether to laugh or not.
How could she be so sweet and honest without a hint of shyness?
Despite the turmoil inside, he felt fortunate for his ability to maintain a composed demeanor when necessary.
Not like now, his feelings were all tangled up—no, that wasn't the right way to put it.
Anyway, he wasn't as nonchalant as Lilian appeared to be.
He could tell she really was at peace.
As Lilian propped herself up to sit, Lucas passed her the clothes, quickly averting his eyes when he saw the smooth expanse of her shoulders and the delicate collarbone slipping out from the covers.
"Lucas, are you feeling shy?" came the girl's questioning voice from behind.
"What are you talking about!" said Lucas, his brow twitching as he quickly turned back, relieved to see Lilian had swiftly gotten dressed.
"Not at all?" Lilian eyed Lucas doubtfully. She felt he had been shy earlier when he avoided looking at her, but now he seemed fine.
With a tenderness he hadn't expected to feel, Lucas picked up Lilian's T-shirt. "Give me your arm," he said softly
He helped her into the shirt.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the marks he had left on her skin.
Fairer than snow, with tender red traces.
Lilian certainly didn't mind not dressing herself.
She quite enjoyed his attentiveness and cheerfully said, "You are very modest. Natalie also gets shy easily, though she doesn't show it much, so I wondered if you were feeling shy."
"I'm not," Lucas firmly denied with a stern face.
If she wasn't shy, why should he be? It would be ridiculous!
Lilian let out an "Oh," her empathy in full gear as she continued to console Lucas, "You know, there's really no reason to be shy. After all, it was me who made the first move last night, pushed you into it. Don't worry, though I was a bit tipsy, I remember everything. And don't you guys have a saying about hookups? That if both people are single, it's all good…"
"Lilian!" Lucas interrupted her flatly.
"Huh?"
"I sincerely suggest you stop talking."
"…Oh."
But why? Did she say something wrong?
Lilian's large eyes mirrored her confusion.
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