The next day, Jane Sampson woke up when her body naturally felt ready, and as she opened her eyes, the hands of the alarm clock at the head of the bed already pointed to ten.
Since she woke up at one sleep, it was already 10:30.
What surprised Jane even more was that at 10:30, she was still waking up in Jas Black’s arms. Didn’t this guy go for his morning run today?
Jane rolled over, and as soon as she moved, Jas Black imdiately tightened his arm, imprisoning her in his embrace.
Jane yelped softly. So, was Jas just resting with his eyes closed, actually awake all along?
Just awake and not getting up?
Jane pushed him and said, "We need to get up."
Jas Black grunted in response but didn’t move, pressing her head down into his chest instead.
He seed to particularly enjoy holding her like this, engulfing her entirely.
Jane let Jas hold her like that for several minutes before he finally relented and loosened his grip. He pressed down on her, sealing her lips with his, and continued to kiss her for a long ti.
After the kiss ended and sensing sothing different about Jas, and while he lay next to her trying to calm his emotions, Jane threw off the quilt, straightened her pajamas, and got out of bed, not forgetting to tease him.
"You and your self-control, how could you not rein it in? Wasn’t last night’s romp enough that you want to hold and kiss first thing in the morning? You really should..." Jane said with a laugh before running off like she was escaping, directly into the bathroom to wash up.
Jas Black lay in bed for a good seven or eight minutes before he too got down and headed to the bathroom. By the ti he arrived, Jane was applying emulsion to her face, the faint fragrance prompting Jas to glance at the bottle in her hand.
Ah, callia.
Jane caught a glimpse of Jas in the mirror and took a more extended look before turning her head to look at him again.
He was only wearing his sleeping pants, with his upper body bare, and at that mont, his back and shoulders bore several faint red scratch marks.
Jane guiltily looked at her own hands.
People who play the piano don’t usually have the habit of keeping long nails. Jane had always kept her nails exceptionally short since childhood.
So, how could she have scratched marks into his skin?
Jas noticed Jane’s gaze, turned around, and then through the mirror saw his own back and smiled with a lifted corner of his mouth, "You must be part cat."
Jane bristled imdiately, flinging her pale, delicate hands at Jas in anger, "Look at these hands, just look! How could they possibly leave such marks? It must be you sneaking off to et so ’demons’ last night while I was asleep!"
Having said that, Jane marched out of the bathroom with the pride of a cockerel, yet feeling incredibly guilty inside.
Jas continued to stand in front of the mirror, calmly squeezing so toothpaste onto his toothbrush and brushing his teeth slowly, disdainfully dismissing Jane’s accusation of him eting ’little demons’ at night.
If he had even a bit more energy last night, he would have wished to spend every bit of it on Jane.
When Jas finished up in the bathroom, Jane was already cuddling with her mobile phone on the bed, engrossed in it. Jas walked over and looked down at her, unsurprised to see, beneath the concealnt of her pajamas, the faint hints of the marks he had left the night before.
He liked to see his exclusive marks on her body.
"Let’s go have breakfast," Jas said softly, patting Jane’s swaying lower legs, "There’s still so cake left from last night. I’ll go make you so milk powder to tide us over for a al. After breakfast, wait here for , I need to step out for a bit, about more than an hour or so before I’ll be back."
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