Chapter 955 Warmth
Charles strolled back into the room at the Mountain Top Hotel and flopped onto the bed for a bit. Hannah grabbed a hot towel and pampered him for a while. Once he felt better, she handed him a fresh bathrobe, and he headed to the bathroom.
While he was in there, Hannah took all his dirty clothes and hand-washed them under the faucet outside. She then tossed them into a dryer she borrowed from the hotel owner.
By the time Charles finished his shower and stepped out, he was rocking a white bathrobe, loosely tied at the waist. His well-toned chest and sun-kissed skin peeked through, giving off some serious mature masculine vibes.
Water droplets glistened on his firm abs, making his muscles pop even more.
Hannah was floored, swallowing hard.
His body was something else. Not overly jacked, but sexy and strong. And with the fresh scent of shower gel, he smelled amazing.
Hannah thought, 'How did I not notice his killer body before? Or maybe I just never looked this closely. Seeing it now, it's hard to look away.'
Charles caught her staring, a playful smile in his eyes. He snapped his fingers in front of her and teased, "If you wanna see more, I can just strip it all off for you!"
"No!" Hannah quickly reached out to stop him.
Charles figured she was finally feeling shy about her staring.
But then Hannah added, "This kind of subtlety is way hotter. If you take it all off, it won't be as good."
Charles plopped down on the bed, drying his hair with a towel, and laughed. "You seem to know a lot! Been watching a lot of this stuff, huh?"
Hannah touched her nose and shot back, "I don't go out of my way to watch, but I've seen plenty on TV!"
As she spoke, she moved behind Charles, took the towel from his hand, and knelt on the bed behind him, expertly drying his hair.
"Want to use a hairdryer? Even though the sun's out, it's still pretty cold. You don't wanna get a headache." She glanced out the window and added, "I heard the first snow of the season is supposed to fall on the mountain this afternoon. Even with the sun out, I wonder if it'll still snow."
If she could, she really wanted to watch the snow with Charles.
"It's gonna snow!" Charles looked out the window, his mind wandering.
Hannah didn't know what he was thinking and nodded. "That's what the hotel staff said when we came up yesterday. The temperature up here is lower than down below, so it should snow. It won't snow down there just yet."
Charles reached out with his long arm, pulling her from behind to sit on his lap.
Hannah was startled. "Your leg hasn't healed yet. Let me down. It's finally getting better. What if it gets worse?"
Charles rested his chin on her neck, took a deep breath of her scent, and closed his eyes contentedly. "You're light and won't hurt it. Let me hold you. I miss you so much."
What Charles said made Hannah stop struggling and hug his neck back.
They held each other tightly.
Charles said sincerely, "I really miss you! Do you know? When I found out from Stella that you had left, I was so scared. I was afraid I would never see you again, that you wouldn't forgive me and would really leave me. At that moment, I thought, if I find you, no matter what, I will keep you by my side."
Hannah's eyes started to well up with emotion.
She asked, "What if I don't want to?"
Charles took a deep breath, like he was making a big decision, and said firmly, "If you don't want to, I'll still keep you by my side. I know it's messed up, but for you, I can be a bad guy. Hannah, what should I do? You're making me less and less like myself."
His tone was light, almost like he was joking, but Hannah felt the determination and weight in his voice.
She knew he was dead serious.
For Charles, who was usually so rational, principled, and disciplined, to say something like that, it showed just how much she meant to him.
Hannah's nose tingled, and her chest felt tight and full. After a long pause, she managed to say, "You're crazy."
Charles smiled slightly at her words. "Crazy it is! I am a crazy person."
Hannah's eyes filled with tears.
Charles released her and kissed her hard without hesitation.
He poured all his longing for her over the past two days into that kiss. His tongue pried open her teeth, entwined with her trembling tongue, and passionately kissed her.
Hannah's entire world was consumed by Charles.
His movements were delicate, yet his strength was wild.
Hannah was kissed so dizzy and breathless that she didn't even notice when Charles took off her coat.
The temperature around them rose with their kiss.
Suddenly, Hannah felt a cool sensation on her face.
Charles's hair was still wet. Although the room had the heater on, the water dripping onto her warm skin felt cold.
Hannah couldn't help but shiver, and her hazy rationality suddenly returned.
At this moment, her undershirt had been pushed up to her stomach, exposing her skin.
Charles's hot hand slid under her shirt, squeezing her skin lightly, stimulating every nerve.
His bathrobe had also opened due to his movements, revealing a large expanse of his well-defined chest with a few glistening water droplets.
Both of them were panting heavily.
If it weren't for that drop of water, she might have had sex with Charles.
Hannah's face instantly turned bright red, and she quickly wriggled out of Charles's arms.
Charles realized he had almost lost control and immediately pulled his bathrobe back together. His eyes were bloodshot and his chest was heaving. His forehead was covered in sweat. He was struggling to suppress his desire.
Hannah escaped to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water for a long time before the heat on her face subsided.
She looked at herself in the mirror, hardly believing it was her.
Her eyes were hazy, filled with intense desire.
'How could I go out like this?' Hannah screamed internally, turned on the faucet again, and kept splashing cold water on her face.
Only when she was sure the desire in her eyes had faded did she take the hairdryer and go out.
Charles was still sitting on the bed, head down, lost in thought.
Hannah walked over, plugged in the hairdryer, knelt on the bed, and turned it on to dry his hair.
Charles was tired. After the shower, the fatigue of the night overwhelmed him.
He changed his position, lying flat on Hannah's lap, and closed his eyes.
Hannah's fingers were soft, threading through his hair and touching his scalp comfortably. Before long, he felt drowsy.
Even though the hairdryer's noise was loud in his ears, it felt reassuring, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.
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