No One But You novel Chapter 47

I had too many chicken wings, so I gave up dinner. Lucy’s fried chicken wings smell filled the whole house, I had to sit upstairs on the terrace of the room to avoid the smell.

Calvin did not have dinner at home in the evening. He had social engagements which he had to attend.

I was awake when he came back, but I pretended to be asleep and kept silent with my eyes closed.

He went to take a bath and changed his clothes, and after a while lay down beside me.

I deliberately made loud breathing noises to indicate that I was asleep.

He turned off the light, and when I was about to roll over to sleep, I heard his voice on the back of my head, “I know you're awake."

I had to open my eyes, “How do you know?"

"When you fall asleep, you don't breathe as hard."

"How do you know how I breathe when I'm asleep?"

"Because I saw it. I watched you for three hours when you were asleep."

"I didn't expect that you had such a hobby." He seemed to have something to say to me, and I had something to ask him.

“Why do you want to marry me? You have used me as a cover to refuse the marriage of the Dixon Family. Now no one will force you to marry her, so there is no need for you to marry me."

“Is there no second reason for marrying you?"

“Don't tell me you love me." I laughed so hard that I almost hit my head against the back wall.

He looked at me quietly and smiled. Gradually my eyes became accustomed to the darkness and I saw a pair of eagle-like eyes.

His eyes burned small fires all year round, and I remembered Mrs. Knight describing a fire on my body that would burn Calvin and myself.

But she was wrong. If I was killed by fire one day, it must be the fire of Calvin.

And I shut up moodily, and all at once he put an arm round my waist, and drew me into his bosom, and kissed me.

I once warned him not to kiss me in bed, because kissing can get out of hand.

But he wouldn't listen, and every time he had to take himself out on the terrace and stand in the cool air to cool himself down.

He did it again. He kissed me and with his other hand undid my buttons uncontrollably. I let him do it without struggling.

When he kissed all the way to my neck, he suddenly calmed down again, and then helped me button one button after another.

Sometimes I really admired his endurance. It was hard to control himself.

He ended up with his hands on the bed and his body hanging out looking at me.

He looked at me for a moment and then got out of bed to smoke on the terrace. Then he came back to the bed with the faint smell of tobacco.

I touched his hand. He was standing on the terrace in his thin nightshirt, and his arms were cold from the wind.

"It's cooler now?" I asked him slowly.

Suddenly he answered the questions I had asked him, “Why do I want to I marry you? Because I haven't slept enough with you yet, and I have to wait until you give birth to a child to sleep with you legitimately. Is that enough?”

"Enough." I nodded.

He lay down and continued to hold me. I nestled in his arms with my back against him. His face hid in my tangled hair.

This was a position that we often sleep in, and it made me feel safe.

I didn't know if his answer was an answer, but I regretted why I asked this question.