Chapter 462 Right now
Willow shifted slightly, and Mitchell followed suit, moving closer. By the time she realized she was at the edge of the bed, it was too late. She turned her head and met his fiery gaze, staring intensely at her. She gently pushed against Mitchell's chest with her hands.
They just made love last night.
Why did he want to do it again today?
Mitchell moved closer and closer, and Willow leaned back more and more until she was lying down. It was then that she noticed he was also wearing the red pajamas that was placed on the bed, matching hers.
This was the first time she had seen Mitchell in such bright red clothes. His fair skin made him look like a handsome character from a script, with red lips and white teeth, and flowing red clothes.
He looked quite good.
Mitchell saw that she was finally looking at him and noticed his clothes. He couldn't help but smile.
Sometimes, using his good looks on his wife was necessary, playing to his strengths.
Mitchell looked at her blushing face lying beneath him, like a captured little rabbit, and called out coquettishly, "Honey," which made him even more uncontrollable. He lowered his head and kissed her lips.
All of Willow's sounds were muffled, and her whole body went soft.
She thought it would be like every other time, leading to sex.
Who knew that just when she was completely weak, Mitchell suddenly stopped after a deep kiss, holding her and panting in her ear. After a while, he let go of her and said in a hoarse voice, "You watch TV. I have an urgent email to deal with outside. I'll be back soon."
He got up and left the room.
It took Willow a while to shake off her reverie and return to her senses, her face flushed. She felt a bit disappointed.
Oh no, how did she become like this?
She quickly shook her head and focused on the TV again. After a while, it didn't seem as funny as before. She picked up the remote and started changing channels, finally finding another comedy movie to watch.
The reason Mitchell stopped in time tonight was that he remembered they didn't have any condoms at home. They had just gotten married, and he wanted to respect Willow's opinion about having kids and discuss it before deciding on anything. So he was also quite uncomfortable. The so-called urgent email wasn't really that urgent.
Willow sat on the bed and slowly got into the movie again. It was a light comedy, easy to watch and laugh at, which she liked. The male lead was also one of her favorite comedic actors.
When Mitchell returned to the room, he took another shower before getting into bed. By the time he was done, the movie was almost over.
He came out of the shower, lifted the blanket, and went straight to sleep.
The movie had about ten minutes left, and Willow curiously glanced at the person already lying in bed.
What was up with Mitchell today? He seemed a bit strange.
Willow didn't think much of it. After watching the movie's ending, she turned off her bedside lamp and lay down to sleep. After lying down, she habitually moved closer to Mitchell.
In December, Horizon City was still quite cold at night. Although the air conditioning was on, it was much more comfortable to sleep while hugging a warm body as if it were s hot water bottle.
Willow wrapped her arms and legs around Mitchell, feeling warm and comfortable. She adjusted her sleeping position, with one leg draped over Mitchell and her arms around his waist. In the dark, he couldn't help but gasp when her leg came up. When she fully embraced him, he finally sighed. Willow's sleeping position was really hard to describe.
Her leg moved up and down comfortably, and Mitchell finally couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her restless knee and said in a hoarse voice, "Honey, stop moving."
Willow even detected a hint of grievance in his voice. She immediately stopped moving, staying still in her previous position.
After holding the position for a while, she wanted to turn over and adjust her sleeping posture. But hugging Mitchell made it hard to fall asleep. She gently moved her arms and legs, just taking her leg off him when he turned to face her.
Willow quickly explained, "I'm just changing my sleeping position. I'll sleep soon."
In the dark, she couldn't see the fire in his eyes. She tried to turn over but was held tightly by his big hands, unable to move.
She looked up at him, puzzled, and before she could speak, she heard his hoarse voice. He asked, "Honey, can't you sleep?"
Willow nodded and then shook her head. She wasn't really unable to sleep, just uncomfortable with her position.
"I have something important to discuss with you," Mitchell continued as he looked at her cute expression.
Willow nodded in anticipation and asked softly, "What is it?"
She didn't even notice her voice was also hoarse.
"You like kids, right?" Mitchell asked tentatively.
"Yes, look how cute Quentin and Hannah are," Willow replied with a smile, her eyes softening at the mention of children.
"Then let's have a baby, okay?" Mitchell suggested as he moved closer, almost touching her. As he spoke, they could feel each other's breath.
Regarding having a child, Willow originally thought it would happen naturally. She didn't mind; if it happened, they would have a baby. Both sets of parents were happy for them to decide when to have a baby, so she felt no pressure about it.
However, they had always used contraception.
Willow didn't know why Mitchell suddenly brought this up. She thought he was joking and replied with a smile, "Sure, when should we start?"
It seemed like they needed to prepare in advance, maybe take some vitamins, as Madison had mentioned before.
Mitchell leaned close to her ear, his breath tickling her and making her laugh. She heard Mitchell's deep, hoarse voice in her ear, saying, "Right now."
Before she could react, he kissed her.
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