In the closet, I just had some clothes in it which were frequently used. But I had no idea when he moved his clothes here.
I just left that behind, because I knew that we will have a fight if I went behind that.
After drying the hair, I went to bed.
Half hour later, Dennis walked out of the bathroom, but he soon lied down on the bed after wiping roughly the water.
I didn’t like the wetness, so I moved away from him, wrapped in the quilt. But Dennis pulled me over with the quilt together, "Don't always keep away from me, and life is still long. Don’t we have to treat each other like that?"
There was less coldness on his voice, instead of helplessness.
“I am not avoiding you, but you are still wet.” I uttered, drowsy.
He let me go, but handed over the bath towel to me, “You dry my hair.”
I dried him reluctantly.
“It’s dry now.” I turned over and was intended to fall asleep, pulling the quilt.
He lay down again and put his arm around my waist. “You'll dry my hair in the future.”
I didn't say a word and felt a little sad. "Dennis George, you feel guilty for me, don't you?" Because of the guilt, so he wanted to get close and make up!
It’s quiet. Keeping eyes closed, I was so sad. Only guilt can make two people who didn’t love each other share the rest of their life?
“Never again!” His voice rang beside my ear, and he kissed me on the shoulder, “I will do it better.”
I lost my words.
Times flowed. In his arms, I cannot fall asleep. I can hear his breath, and he was in a sleep.
I turned over and took his hand away from my belly. But he suddenly held my hand. I frowned, “Dennis, I cannot fall asleep with you like that.”
“Well.” He replied.
I…
I was pressed by him and could not help but open my eyes and look at the man close. My voice was low, "Dennis George, I can't sleep with you like this."
“You will when you get used to it.” He opened eyes, tired, “You will be asleep soon.”
God knew what a torture that was.
I closed my eyes slightly, but soon I fell asleep.
This night, I was a little tired. I was woken up early by Dennis in the morning. I opened my eyes in a daze and saw that he was breathing heavily.
I then realized he was holding my hand in...
I got sober in a second and said, "Dennis George, you..."
After a long time, he lifted me into the bathroom and put me down beside the sink. From back, he held my hand while washing and his voice was a little deep and husky, "Later, we can sleep for a while."
I nodded. It was only six o 'clock in the morning, and I wouldn't have wake up at this time. After washing up, Dennis put me back to bed.
Then he kissed me lightly on my forehead. "Sleep!" Then he changed his clothes and left the room.
Soon there was the sound of a car starting from downstairs.
Feeling drowsy, it wasn't long after Dennis left that I fell asleep again.
When I woke up again, it was already nine o 'clock. As soon as I opened my eyes, Dennis George called.
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