True Love Waits novel Chapter 616

Blair yawned for one whole minute and was about to get out of bed and check on the man inside the bathroom when Wesley walked out himself with a blue plastic basin in his hands, his face deadpan. It looked so comical she wanted to laugh. He walked past her bed with his eyes looking straight in front of him like a car's headlights. He reached the balcony and hung her bra and panties on the rope.

After that, he walked back to his own bathroom and took a shower. This woman was proving to be quite a lot of work for him. He waited until the washing machine had finished working. Then he hung the remaining clothes as well on the balcony and then returned to Blair's bedroom.

She lay prone on the bed, bored out of her wits. At the sight of Wesley, her eyes lit up and she threw back the blanket. "Time to sleep. Come on!"

Wesley frowned and turned around like a scared cat. Before long, he came back with a blanket of his own in his arms. He first tucked her in tight and then covered himself with his own blanket.

Finally ready to sleep, he switched off the lights and the room plunged into darkness.

'Yes!' she exclaimed inwardly and flashed a quiet smile.

Now was the time! Though she was physically exhausted, she just couldn't fall asleep. Maybe it was because Wesley was sleeping right next to her. In fact, this was the first time that Blair had ever been sleeping in the same bed as a man. And she was totally smitten by her current bed-mate.

She moved closer to him, and put her arm on his belly, trying to inch herself as close as possible.

Wesley didn't move.

After a while, she pressed her head against his shoulder and placed her leg on his. 'This should work!' she thought.

He didn't respond, nor did he speak. It looked like he was asleep.

'So he's asleep. Ha-ha! Still a great chance for me!' Blair took his arm and put it beneath her neck so that it looked like he was holding her in a hug. She adjusted her position until she felt comfortable, and then held his waist tightly. This made her feel safe, and she dozed off pretty soon.

Little did she know that Wesley wasn't asleep at all. Drops of sweat had begun to form on his forehead the moment she had put her arm around him. He was trying to suppress his desires. Her fragrance was continuously reaching his nose, and he unconsciously swallowed. Her body was so soft and his penis was equally hard. What to do?

Wesley was beyond doubt an excellent soldier with superb fighting skills, endurance, and self-control. He had always thought that it would be a piece of cake for him to rise above ordinary desires, should the situation ever arise.

But now, he finally understood what control meant and knew that his endurance and self-control that he was proud of weren't going to work anymore with a woman lying next to him.

And the outrageous thing was, she was completely clueless of his current condition and was sound asleep.

After a while, she moved unconsciously. Her head moved closer to his neck and her warm breath elicited a ticklish sensation within him. In the cool weather, her breath felt even more beautiful! Her unintentional actions made his imagination run wild.

Time passed by slowly, and Blair kept on sleeping like a log. She would adjust slightly from time to time but nothing more.

On the contrary, Wesley himself did not get any sleep. He felt like he was going to explode any time now, and he had to take cool showers from time to time to calm himself down.

Blair knew nothing about this. The next morning, when she woke up, Wesley was already out of her bedroom. She stretched herself and rolled to the other side of the bed. She could still smell Wesley's scent on the pillow.

With a delighted smile, she got out of bed and ripped the curtains aside. The sun was shining brightly and the day looked straight out of a child's picture book. A good day! A good mood!

While she washed her face and brushed her teeth, her phone buzzed. It was a message saying, "The breakfast is on the dinner table."

Of course the message was from Wesley. 'How considerate!' she thought.

Comforted by his words, she felt warmth spread through her body. She replied, "Thanks, Colonel Li. Next time, dinner's on me." She didn't remember much of last night, but the bed she did remember.

The breakfast was rather sumptuous and beyond what she could finish on her own. She was full by the time she finished the chicken rolls and soybean milk. She put the two deep-fried dough sticks and omelet back in the fridge, and decided to eat them later in the evening.