Chapter 325 When to Meet the Parents
Willow didn't catch on to Mitchell's meaning and smiled, saying, "Aren't we getting ready to go back now?" She was a bit puzzled. Mitchell stopped in his tracks, stood face to face with Willow, and said seriously, "I mean going back to my parents' house." Before Willow could speak, Mitchell added, "As my girlfriend."
Willow stood still. Meeting the parents, she seemed a bit nervous, even though she had been there countless times from childhood to now, often staying over, sleeping next to Daniel. Father Jonah and Mother Jonah were always kind to her. But back then, she was Daniel's friend, and Mitchell treated her like a sister. Now that they were suddenly together, would Father Jonah and Mother Jonah approve? Moreover, Mother Jonah seemed to prefer Laura as a daughter-in-law.
As Willow pondered, she thought of many possibilities and felt a bit hesitant. Mitchell stood in front of her, gently asking, "What's wrong?"
"Mitchell, what if your parents don't approve?" Willow looked down at the ground, unsure.
Mitchell reached out to touch her head and said, "Why would they not? My parents adore you. They would be thrilled to know we're together."
"Really?" Willow lacked confidence in herself. Perhaps liking someone for a long time could make one feel inferior, especially when the person you like is exceptional. She still wondered how she ended up being liked by Mitchell. It felt like a dream, a lack of security, as people often say. However, she kept these thoughts to herself, carefully guarding her love.
Mitchell sensed her nervousness and hesitation, smiling, "It's okay, we can go another time. Besides, even if the daughter-in-law isn't good-looking, she still has to meet the in-laws, right? And our Willow is not ugly." Mitchell took her hand, and they continued walking toward the apartment. Willow playfully tapped him, and they both laughed.
The two of them didn't go out again after returning to the apartment, instead snuggling on Mitchell's small couch watching a movie. They ordered takeout and cooked inside the apartment. Both were equally skilled in cooking, giving off a sense of a contented elderly couple, a feeling of peaceful years.
After a comfortable dinner, Willow cleaned up while Mitchell did the dishes. It was still early, so they settled back on the couch to watch another movie, an old romantic comedy. Willow lay with her head on Mitchell's lap, holding hands, like any couple deeply in love, intimate and close.
As the movie ended around 8 o'clock, Willow sat up, ready to leave. Mitchell lightly held her arm, not letting go or saying a word. Willow chuckled, "Mitchell, take me home, it's getting late." Mitchell got up from the couch, lightly teasing her, "You little troublemaker," before going to get the car keys. Willow watched him, smiling mischievously.
As Mitchell grabbed the car keys and headed toward the door, Willow stood still. Mitchell turned back, puzzled, "What's wrong?" Willow hesitantly approached him, hands behind her back, a bit nervous, and said quickly and ambiguously, "I haven't grabbed my change of clothes yet."
"Leave it here for now, you can change next time," Mitchell responded directly, surprising Willow.
Willow stood before him, blushing and embarrassed, her gaze shifting, and hesitantly said, "Or maybe I could change tonight."
Mitchell was genuinely stunned for a moment, staring at her in disbelief with the car keys in hand, not saying a word. Willow, feeling regretful, tried to pass by Mitchell, "Let's go, let's go, take me home." Mitchell finally grabbed her arm, his face beaming. He pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed her tempting lips.
The passionate kiss turned into a gentle entanglement of lips and teeth, with Willow responding by tiptoeing.
Excited by her response, Mitchell became more fervent, his hands wandering down. Both seemed engulfed in this unfamiliar surge of desire, kissing from the doorway to the couch, falling onto it together. Before Willow could fully comprehend, her mind went blank as Mitchell pressed down on her, their lips locked in a heated embrace, the room temperature rising.
A soft, seductive murmur escaped their lips, driving Mitchell to the edge of control. Just as they were both struggling to breathe, he finally released Willow's lips. But before Willow could recover, his lips slowly trailed down.
Startled, Willow reached out to push Mitchell's chest, "Mitchell… don't…" Her weak hands had no strength.
At that moment, Willow's phone rang, interrupting Mitchell's actions. He stopped, holding Willow, breathing heavily in her ear until the phone stopped ringing. Still catching his breath, he pretended to sternly say to Willow, "You little troublemaker, go answer the call. I'll go take a shower." Then he headed to the bathroom.
Willow sat up, her heart racing. She looked down and noticed her dress zipper halfway undone, thinking about Mitchell's lustful yet restrained expression moments ago, along with his fiery eyes. She shyly buried her face in the pillow.
Once her heart rate calmed down, she found her phone on the table. It was Daniel calling, and Willow immediately returned the call.
"Why didn't you answer the phone? What are you up to?" Daniel teased, "You're not with Mitchell, are you? It's late at night, a man and a woman alone in a room. Are you at your place or his?" Daniel was very straightforward and surprisingly accurate. Under Daniel's teasing, Willow subconsciously recalled the intense moment with Mitchell on the couch.
Yes, it was indeed intense. If it weren't for Daniel's call, they almost...
Feeling embarrassed, Willow remained silent. Daniel couldn't wait and asked again, "Why so quiet? Willow? Oh my, did I interrupt something between you two?"
Panicked, Willow quickly said, "No way."
"I thought I had the worst timing. Did I interrupt something? Why didn't you answer the phone earlier?"
"I was taking a shower just now." Willow felt Daniel hit the nail on the head.
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