Chapter 176: Jackson, Want Me
The two walked down the street, Jackson holding her hand and looking at the lights ahead.
“Alva, do you know that even though you are by my side and I am holding your hand. I still feel that you are far away from me.”
It was within reach, but he couldn’t catch her.
Alva stopped and looked at him.
He stood under the street lamp with a smile on the corner of his mouth,
his thick eyelashes were dyed with a halo of yellow, so gentle.
But she felt that Jackson at this moment was sad and lonely.
Did he feel something?
The two walked outside for almost an hour and went back.
Back at the hotel, the two washed up.
Jackson asked Alva to wash first.
Alva did, but this time it took longer than usual.
After washing, she looked at the man in the mirror.
She was thin and her collarbone was more prominent, but the heat in the bathroom made her face blush, and she looked bloody.
Alva took the towel, wrapped herself in her chest, opened the door and
went out.
Jackson stood outside on the balcony talking on the phone.
His straight back and his long-term practicing temperament make him stand there is a beautiful scenery.
Alva walked over, came up behind him and hugged him.
Jackson froze.
Alva pulled his shirt out and reached in, and Jackson immediately grabbed her hand and said to the person on the phone, “Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”
He hung up the phone and turned around.
He froze
Her long hair was spread out, and the towel wrapped around her body, blocking her important parts, but not her bare shoulders and straight and slender legs under the towel.
She stood in front of him so seductively, looking at him with clear
eyes.
Jackson’s body tightened.
Alva saw the change in his eyes and whispered, “Jackson, want me.”
She had nothing to give him but herself.
Jackson’s emotions calmed down after she said this.
He turned around, put his phone in his pocket, walked in, took out a blanket, and wrapped it around her.
Alva watched him move, looked at his lowered eyes, and said, “Jackson, we’re about to get our licenses, and soon we’ll be husband
and wife, and we can do this kind of thing.”
Jackson paused and quickly wrapped the blanket around her. He looked at her until she only showed a pair of feet and a face. “As long as I don’t get my license, I won’t do this kind of thing with you for a day.”
Even if he wanted her, he would go crazy.
“Go rest, I’m going to take a shower.”
Turn around and go in.
Alva, hold him.
“Jackson, I want to give myself to you.”
Sincerely.
There is no reluctance.
Jackson stopped there, not talking or moving.
It seems to be considering, and it seems to be struggling.
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