NovelEnglishChloe was still soaking in the euphoria of surviving a catastrophe, of reclaiming something precious she thought was lost forever. When she glanced up, she saw Connor's face. He stood there silently, his eyes red and tears streaming down his cheeks. "Why are you crying?" Chloe asked, genuinely surprised. In their three years together, she had never seen Connor shed a tear. But now, tears flowed like broken beads, unstoppable.
Oddly enough, he looked incredibly good-looking in his sorrow. His red-rimmed eyes, awash with tears, made his dark pupils sparkle like gleaming black diamonds. His gaze was intense, as if it held entire galaxies, oceans, icebergs, and snowy fields. Those eyes were a whirlwind of complex emotions-joy from regaining what was lost, gratitude for surviving the disaster, and lingering despair and fear. It seemed he hadn't fully processed everything yet. His eyes were a dance of surprise and pain, despair and hope, disbelief mixed with helplessness and confusion, and a dash of ecstatic joy.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThere were so many emotions that Chloe couldn't bear to look any longer. So, she kissed his eyes gently. Connor instinctively closed them. Chloe rolled over, pinning him beneath her. Soon, their breaths intertwined. This time, Chloe was the one taking the lead. Later on, when she looked back, she couldn't quite remember how it all happened. It all seemed absurd to her.
When Connor woke up, he found himself alone. His heart raced with panic. He quickly got up and walked out of the bamboo hut. The sun had just started to rise over the horizon. Last night had drained him completely, leading to the deepest, most restful sleep he'd had in ages.
"Chloe!" Connor shouted her name, fearing everything had been a near-death dream. Moments later Chloe emerged from the nearby woods Connor dashed over and pulled her into his arms. "Where did you go? I was worried sick.
Chloe gently pushed him away, holding sfigs. "I just went to the woods to pick sfruit for breakfast." Connor looked at the figs in her hand, still frowning but feeling a wave of relief wash over him. After a moment, he said, "I thought you had your way withlast night and didn't want to take responsibility." Chloe was stunned and looked up at him, catching a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. "What are you talking about?" she stammered, feeling unexpectedly shy. It wasn't their first time, but his bluntness made her blush.
"Did I say something wrong? Last night, you were the one in charge. You need to take responsibility for me," Connor teased shamelessly much to her frustration. He seemed to have slipped back into his playful, trophy-boy persona.
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"Yeah, right. With your six-foot-one frand all your skills, how could I possibly force you? Chipe retorted not packing down. She knew he loved to play these games and was well aware of his intentions. She wasn't going to fall for it.
"Besides, you didn't resist, did you?" Chloe recalled the previous night her cheeks, turning a hint of red. Far from resisting, he had been like a ravenous wolf starved for days.
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