Nathan Bolton's lips curled up, and Lorraine Hughes in front of him blushed.
Perhaps it was the influence of the alcohol, but the restlessness inside him grew stronger, almost uncontrollable.
He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes."
Lorraine turned and asked him, "You're in a hurry?"
"Yeah, I've been planning this for a long time, can't wait, desperately hoping..."
Lorraine hooked an arm around his shoulder, her eyes deepening, "Or, shall we try?"
Nathan's eyes lit up, "Do you prefer the couch or the bedroom?"
"Hmm, the bedroom, the couch is too small, won't give you enough room?"
"Alright." Nathan agreed hoarsely, lifting her up horizontally.
His steps, no matter how you looked at them, were eager.
As soon as they entered the bedroom, he kicked the door shut and pressed a remote to lower the curtains.
"Turn off the lights?"
"No need, can't see clearly with the lights off." Lorraine's smile was enchanting.
