A Cue for Love novel Chapter 11

Natalie’s face was completely flushed red, and she wanted to bury herself alive.

She grabbed onto the car seat with the intention of getting herself up. However, the moment she looked up, she felt a sharp pain in her head and fell back down.

“What are you doing!” Samuel’s breathing grew heavier, and his voice was distinctly hoarse.

D*mn it! He clearly knew she wasn’t trying to seduce him, but she was just too close.

“D-Don’t move. My hair’s caught onto your zipper,” Natalie stuttered. The blush on her face reached all the way to her ears, and her eyes were half-open.

It was unbelievably melodramatic.

Her hair just had to get caught in Samuel’s zipper of all places.

Even though she was already far from his crotch, she still had to get her hair free somehow.

For the first time, she regretted having such long hair. The more she struggled, the more it hurt, but it wasn’t like she could just do nothing.

Natalie repeatedly told herself to calm down. She was in the medical field, after all, and she had seen so many naked male corpses in the past. She hadn’t just seen a man’s private parts; she had even cut them open.

Just as she managed to steady herself, she suddenly sensed a subtle change.

She realized that all the ones she had seen before were a part of corpses. There was no way it would be the same looking at one attached to a living person.

She choked out, “I’m already trying to get it free. Can you just stop moving for a while?”

Samuel muttered, “Your hands have been flailing around for what feels like years. What am I supposed to do? If you want me to stop, then hurry up and get us out of this situation.”

Natalie bit her lip tightly. She was on the verge of losing it. “I get it. I’ll hurry up, so stop rushing me.”

Even though she grumbled, she knew there was no easy way out. She moved closer to the zipper and pulled it down slowly, then carefully got her hair out. However, there was no way she could avoid coming into contact with his crotch.

“Where do you think you’re touching?”

“Do you think it’s on purpose? Stop complaining. I’m almost done.”

When it was fully unzipped, Natalie’s hair was finally free. She sat up hurriedly.