"Move!" I pushed against his chest, but the tall man stood firm like a rock. He even grabbed my wrist. "What are you doing? Back off, I'm sleepy! Don't do that... not like that. I'm not ready. I don't want to have sex with you at all! You can go find some other woman to sleep with, I give you my permission!"
In this moment of survival, I didn't care what came out of my mouth. But as soon as the words left me, I wanted to slap my own face. That's your husband, I-Tim! You can't let anyone else use him!
"Move." He said just that one word, with a look that clearly meant: 'You're blocking the bathroom door.'
"Oh... you need to use the bathroom? Hehe... sorry. About what I just said... just forget it, okay?" I scurried out of his way.
The Minister just shook his head, and the bathroom door closed behind him. I felt a massive wave of relief. In this mood, he probably won't do anything to me. God, how embarrassing! I can't believe the nonsense I just blurted out.
I could barely suppress my laughter. I-Tim is the first person to ever reject me so bluntly. I'm not usually this patient, especially after a full month of abstinence. My desire at this moment is practically overflowing. One part of me doesn't want to force her into something she's uncomfortable with, but the other part is being selfish. Since she told me to forget what she said, I'll just pretend I did.
The small figure was lying on her side at the very edge of the bed, despite it being wide enough to fit four people. I slipped under the covers and moved in close behind her. The moment I touched her shoulder, she bolted so hard that she… fell right off the bed.
"Ouch! What are you doing to me?" Under the dim light of the bedside lamp, I saw her grimacing while clutching her tailbone. Poor thing.
"What did you jump like that for? Get back up here!" I feigned a stern tone. Her face, devoid of makeup, shook back and forth in refusal. Still, I found her captivating. Even with those bare eyebrows—which were a bit haunting to look at—she was still pleasant to the eye. "I'm exhausted from the flight. I'm in no mood to do anything to you. But if you keep playing hard to get, I guarantee that even if I have a meeting at 5 AM tomorrow, I will still... with you until you can't even stand up. Just wait and see." I left the gap for her to fill. I hoped she understood.
"Promise?"
"Yeah. Now come to bed." I reached out my hand, hoping she'd take it to get up. I-Tim hesitated for five seconds before defiantly getting up on her own.
"Move over. I'm sleeping on this side."
I moved to give her space. "From now on, I'm going to call you 'Little Tim.'" I don't know why, I just thought it would be cute.
"Little Tim? Yikes! That gives me the creeps."
"Or would you rather...?" I made a move toward her, and she immediately threw both hands up in surrender.
"Just calling me 'Tim' is enough. My name is already as cute as it gets!"
"No. I'm calling you 'Little Tim.'"
"I'm twenty-five, Sir! You're going to call me 'Little Tim'? It's cringy! Just 'Tim' is plenty. Don't ask for too much, it's ticklish. And don't you dare come near me. I'll fight back, I'm telling you!"
"Heh." What could a person with the strength of an ant do against me? Just a few pokes and she'd be scattered.
"What are you laughing at? Is it that funny?"
"If you don't stop arguing, I'm going to assume you don't want to sleep." She quickly turned her back to me. I decided to get some rest to recharge my energy as well. However, I couldn't drift off. After about half an hour, the steady breathing of the person next to me indicated she was in a deep sleep. I moved closer and pulled her shoulder to turn her around.
Grab!
Suddenly, I became a body pillow. Both her arms and legs wrapped around me tightly like an octopus. I brushed the hair away from her face. When she loses her edge like this, she's actually quite beautiful to look at. She reminds me of someone… the twins' mother.