Nidia shook her head.
She didn't want it.
"So, you were confused why I didn't touch you when I bathed you." Jackson said in a low, deep voice near her ear.
Jackson kissed her cheek, looked down at her face and kissed her lips. "After your grandma died, you were in a bad mood and slept in a different room. These days, without your permission, how would I dare to touch you?"
Jackson stared at her face, "It's just that I'm afraid to bother you, it's not that I didn't react when I bathed you."
"I know. Well." She wanted to say she understood and lay down to sleep in peace.
But, the next second her lips were kissed by Jackson.
Only the bedside lamp was on in the bedroom, the room was in dim, hazy colors. It was a perfect atmosphere for love making.
The man's low voice filled the flushed skin of her face, "You don't want it, but I do. I promise, just this one."
Nidia, "..."
"Okay... just this one."