Chapter 611 Do You Want to Turn Off the Light?
On their way upstairs, Winona made a quick stop at the grocery store. Zachary wanted to go with her, but she insisted on going alone, saying she had a surprise for him.
Zachary's eyes kept drifting back to the shopping bag, to that thin piece of fabric inside. He had already looked at it countless times during their walk, and each time, his face turned red.
She had bought some sexy underwear, and now she was mysteriously heading into the grocery store without letting him follow. Zachary had a pretty good idea of what she was up to.
This wasn't their first time together, and he wasn't some innocent young boy anymore, but this was definitely the wildest thing they'd done.
Zachary nervously gripped the handle of the shopping bag, trying to suppress the thrilling images that kept popping into his mind.
As he was lost in thought, Winona came out of the store, seeing Zachary standing under the streetlight, daydreaming. She tapped his shoulder, "What are you thinking about? Let's go home."
Zachary snapped back to reality, his eyes landing on Winona before quickly looking away, feeling flustered. Almost instinctively, he grabbed her hand. "Okay."
Feeling her cold fingers, Zachary frowned and wrapped her hand in his. "Why are your hands so cold?"
Winona let him hold her hand. "Let's go, hurry up and get home."
It's freezing out here.
Her urgency translated differently in Zachary's mind. He thought she was eager for something else...
Zachary, feeling like a block of wood, let Winona lead him home, his steps awkward and clumsy. As they walked, his eyes kept drifting back to the shopping bag.
The hand holding Winona's felt hot, and soon his face felt hot too. By the end, his whole body was heating up. "Winona, don't rush."
Winona's walking was a bit awkward. She pushed him from behind, almost running up the stairs, "I'm in a hurry, really in a hurry. Walk faster."
Zachary opened the door without turning on the lights. His eyes were dark with anticipation as he looked at her, his voice hoarse, "Winona."
Just as he reached out to hug her, Winona pushed him away and rushed into the bathroom.
The door closed with a thud.
The living room fell silent.
Zachary stood there, feeling like he had been plunged from boiling lava into an ice-cold lake. With Winona gone, even the air around him felt cold.
Staring at the closed bathroom door, Zachary tried to ignore the throbbing discomfort in his body. He turned and went to the laundry room, tossing the new clothes into the washing machine. But when he saw the lingerie in the bag, he hesitated.
He remembered that Winona always hand-washed these items.
So, Zachary took the clothes out and started washing them by hand in the sink.
In the bathroom, Winona checked to make sure her pants were clean, then sighed in relief. After changing her pad and freshening up, she came out to find Zachary using a hairdryer on her lingerie.
Warm steam rose from the fabric as he dried it, occasionally squeezing it to check if it was dry.
Watching him, Winona felt her face heat up with embarrassment. What should she do?
She glanced at the still-wet panties. "Isn't there a dryer?"
Zachary replied, "It's not for delicate items. The housekeeper used it for sheets before."
"Stop drying them," Winona quickly took the lingerie from his hands. "Just hang them up. We don't need them right away. The room has air conditioning; they should be dry by morning."
Luckily, she had chosen thin ones. If Zachary had to dry each piece with a hairdryer, it would have been mortifying.
Once Winona came out, Zachary's mind was no longer on the clothes. Actually, it wasn't about drying the clothes at all.
His mind was filled with the image of that sheer thong, leaving him with no room for rational thought. Whatever he was thinking, he said out loud, "Should I change?"
Winona asked, "Did you bring a change of clothes?"
She remembered they both came up empty-handed.
Zachary's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "The underwear you picked for me."
He lifted his hand, showing the thong she had chosen.
With just the two of them there, Zachary felt a mix of nervousness and anticipation for what was to come. He wasn't as flustered as he had been downstairs when Winona's urgency had him stumbling.
Winona was silent.
Seeing the thong dangling from Zachary's finger, she felt like she was going crazy. She had only picked it to get back at him for choosing sexy lingerie for her, thinking she could use her period as an excuse to mess with him.
But seeing the thong on Zachary was almost too much to bear.
This was a special kind, even more provocative than a regular thong...
Winona looked at Zachary's teasing expression, knowing that if she showed any weakness, he would only get bolder.
She smiled and nodded, "Sure, go change."
She thought Zachary was just pretending to be calm to tease her. She had seen how nervous he was downstairs. But when she turned around after hanging up the clothes, Zachary had already changed.
He was half-lying on the bed, his shirt still on, the hem conveniently covering his lower half and the ultra-sexy thong. The top buttons were undone, revealing his defined muscles and sexy collarbone.
Winona was speechless.
He really knew how to sell his sex appeal.
She only glanced at him before instinctively covering her nose, checking to make sure she wasn't getting a nosebleed. That would be too embarrassing.
"Should we turn off the lights? I have scented candles; it would be more romantic."
Winona couldn't tell if Zachary was completely letting go, didn't care anymore, or if her words had awakened some hidden desire in him. He even suggested something like that?
Winona replied, "I like it bright."
Zachary, now more composed after changing, said, "Are you just going to stand there, or do you want me to come over and hold you?"
Winona smirked, drawing out her words, "No, I'm just worried you won't be able to handle it."
Seeing him now, there was no trace of the shy boy who blushed at a touch. He was confident and seductive.
Winona decided to tease him first, then tell him about her period when he couldn't take it anymore.
Thinking about his frustrated face made her feel great.
But as soon as she reached the bed, before she could make her move, Zachary grabbed her waist and flipped her onto the bed.
He licked his lips, a sexy smile playing at the corners of his mouth, his voice husky, "Want to touch first?"
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