Lola Hussey was placed on the big bed.
The bed was very soft, she didn't feel anything lying on top of it, until Ethan Ainsley pressed down on her, and Lola felt her body sinking deeply into the bed.
Her heart rate reached an unprecedented speed.
It was like the rhythm of someone impatiently and randomly pressing piano keys.
"Ethan..."
Before she could finish his name, her hands were caught by his, fingers intertwined, and raised above her head.
Kisses rained down upon her.
Lola's breath became shallow.
When his kisses moved to other places, Lola finally had the opportunity to speak, her voice extremely anxious, calling out his full name: "Ethan Ainsley!"
Her face was red, and her free hand, exceptionally tense, gripped his collar tightly: "I, I haven't taken a bath yet."
"I know," he said.
In the seamless distance between the two, he heard her thundering heartbeat, his back slightly arched, whispering, "In a moment..."
Before he could finish speaking.