"Ellie, I'm so happy. You like me, too, don't you?" asked Francis.
Ellie nodded, looking at Francis' smiling face.
She didn't notice it, but her dress had slipped down her shoulder, revealing her beautiful glowing skin.
Francis's eyes moved back and forth between her shoulder and her lips.
It took great effort for him to look away. With a husky voice, he said, "Ellie... Ellie..."
He leaned closer and hugged her, sweetly saying her name again and again, as if by doing so his
desire would be lessened.
But the warmth coming from her body only made it more difficult. He moved back and stared at her red
lips that he had once kissed.
And soon, without realizing who initiated what, they got intertwined in each other's bodies, like one
organism in the darkness of the night.
The heat in the room had risen. Ellie's soft whimpers and the sound of her heavy breath filled the air.
The sounds tantalized and flushed Francis.
Outside the window, even the moon hid behind the clouds, as if it was too embarrassed to witness the
scene.
Francis looked at Ellie with love. She was so lovely and adorable. The smile on his face never faded
and the depth of her eyes was without end.
He'd never felt this comfortable and at peace before. Being with her made him immensely happy.
From time to time, he would look at her and start to giggle, like a teenage boy.
He couldn't believe it was really happening. He went ahead and pinched himself.
Ouch!
'It really hurts!
This isn't a dream!
Last night actually happened!
I'm really with Ellie!'
He looked at her sleeping face. She looked so beautiful that he couldn't help leaning down to kiss her.
He knew it was the first time she had slept with a man, so he didn't want to weird her out. But her touch
was so warm and so sweet that he couldn't resist it.
When Ellie was hurting and asked him to stop, it took him a while to let go of her.
He gazed at her face glowing in the morning sunshine as she slept soundly, and planted a kiss on her
forehead.
After that, he got out of bed, tucked her with the quilt, and headed to the kitchen.
He wanted to make some breakfast for her, thinking she'd be hungry when she woke up.
He remembered laughing at Andrew when he was trying to learn cooking so he could cook for Ashley.
He now understood why he did that.
It felt amazing to cook for a woman you loved.
What he had forgotten in his pursuit was that he had no knowledge of cooking.
By the end of making one omelet, he had almost blown up the kitchen.
When Francis got out of bed, Ellie woke up. She watched him walking away, her expression
unreadable.
The pain she felt between her legs reminded her of what had happened the night before.
Suddenly, her face turned pale!
She had sex with him!
She closed her eyes again, wondering how she had gotten back from L City yesterday.
All she remembered was that she was really sad and had entered a wine store.
People always said that drinking could make one forget their pains and sorrows.
She bought a dozen bottles of wine, went back home, sat on the floor and started to drink.
She'd gotten so drunk that she was barely conscious!
She vaguely remembered someone coming in and kneeling down beside her, and saying something to
comfort her.
But she didn't want to talk then.
She had no idea how had she ended up in bed with him!
A faint and blurry part of her memory told her it was her who took the initiative.
She was lost in trying to recall what exactly had happened when a loud crash drew her back to reality.
She thought Francis had disappeared when she saw him head out of the room. But it turned out he
was still here and was doing something weird in the house!
She wanted to get out of bed but she over-estimated her physical condition. When she put her feet
onto the cold floor and tried to stand up, her legs couldn't support her. She buckled and almost fell
down. The pain was unbearable.
She let out a cry of pain, then sat down on the edge of the bed.
She felt feeble, devoid of all strength.
But she sensed that her body was clean and fresh, then remembered Francis had helped her take a
bath.
In the kitchen, Francis stared at the broken dish on the floor.
There was something burned over the pieces. It was difficult to tell what it was. Perhaps, a pie?.
Francis stared at the mess for a while, wondering what had gone wrong. The dish was too fragile. That
was the problem.
It wasn't his fault at all.
Since he had almost blown up the kitchen, he thought it would be best if he didn't try to cook again.
But Ellie would be hungry.
He went back to the bedroom and saw Ellie sitting on the edge of the bed. He didn't know how long it
had been since she was up.
He forgot everything else and ran over to her. "Ellie, you're awake! Are you hungry? I'll go out and get
some breakfast for you, okay?"
He said with a look of deep concern.
Ellie stared at him and shook her head.
"Why? Are you in pain? I'm sorry, I might have gone overboard last night. I shall be more gentle with
you next time."
Ellie blushed.
She glanced at him momentarily and said after a pause, "Francis, we need to talk..."
Francis sat down on a chair in front of her immediately and said seriously, "Okay. You talk. I'm
listening."
Ellie looked at him again and then turned away. "Can we just act like nothing happened last night? It
was an accident. But don't worry, I won't ask you to take responsibility for it. I won't make it hard for
you..."
Her heart ached as she uttered those words.
But her face showed no sign of it.
She was fully aware of her own social status and what kind of person she was.
Francis belonged to a world different than hers.
The smile disappeared from his face completely. He stared at her, and spoke slowly, as if each word
was squeezed out from between his teeth with great difficulty, "What are you talking about, Ellie?"
His eyes remained fixed on her face, as if he didn't want to miss any of its expressions. His own face
looked completely shattered after what Ellie had said.
Ellie took a deep breath and tried to sound as normal and steady as possible. "I said we should ignore
what happened last night. It was just a one night stand. We're both adults. We can afford to make such
mistakes. I've already told you I won't hold you responsible for it. Besides, you have sex with so many
women. If all of them started to ask you to take responsibility, imagine how busy you would be! I..."
Before she could finish her words, a loud thud interrupted her. Francis punched his fist against the wall,
unable to stand what she was saying.
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