As her words fell, Elly Campbell sensed trouble and tried to escape, but Adam Jones was quicker, capturing her waist and leaning down to kiss her.
Elly Campbell leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and as Adam Jones moved closer, she instinctively arched her body backward. The couple, losing their balance, both fell onto the sofa.
Worried about crushing Elly Campbell, Adam instinctively braced himself with his arms against the sofa cushions as they fell, with the two of them facing each other, one above the other.
Their gaze inadvertently fell on Elly Campbell’s smartphone that was left on the sofa, still unlocked. It was open to a conversation window with Adam Jones on Instagram.
In the message box, she had typed two words—"Honey".
She had probably been interrupted by the sound of him unlocking the door, so the message hadn’t been sent yet.
A hint of amusement deepened on Adam’s face as he noticed where her eyes were directed. Turning her head, Elly Campbell saw her phone lit up,
with the word "Honey" standing out in the chat box. Her face instantly flushed red.
At the moment, she didn’t even know why she had inexplicably typed those two words. It wouldn’t have mattered if the message wasn’t sent, but it just so happened to be seen by Adam Jones.
She reached out quickly to snatch the phone, but someone was a step ahead, seizing it from her grasp.
Adam Jones, in a good mood, raised his eyebrows and shook the phone in his hand with a smug gesture.
As Elly Campbell frantically reached for it, he leaned in and kissed her cheek, then, under her furious gaze, he let her go.
"What were you going to say to your husband? Now that your husband is back, you can tell me in person, no need to text."
He regretted coming back so soon. If only he had taken a few extra minutes, he would have seen what his dear wife had wanted to say.
Elly Campbell snatched her phone back with a scowl, saying, "No, it was a typo."
Avoiding Adam Jones’s gaze, she tried to get out from underneath him, but Adam Jones had no intention of letting her go so easily, persistently asking,
"What could’ve possibly been mistyped as ’honey’?"
"Give me my phone back."
"I won’t return it. Answer me first, what were you trying to say?"
Elly Campbell, unable to free herself from his persistence, decided to change the subject, "Didn’t you say you haven’t slept in a long time? Why aren’t you going to sleep instead of pestering me here?"
"Yes, I’m both tired and hungry, poor me."
Adam Jones once again buried his face in front of Elly Campbell, his muffled voice emanating.
She cursed silently in her heart.
"If you’re hungry, go cook some noodles in the kitchen. We have all the ingredients. If you’re tired, go upstairs and sleep. What’s the point of clinging to me here?"
Elly Campbell raised her hand, pushing on his shoulders, but Adam Jones took advantage of the situation and pressed down even closer, his handsome face coming even nearer to hers.
"I only want to eat meat."
"If you want to eat meat, there’s some in the fridge, you just need to—mm..."
Adam Jones bent down and swiftly covered her mouth with his, his deep, husky voice, along with his slightly labored breathing, emerging from Adam’s lips—
"I only want your meat..."
It’s better when the wife is tipsy, she easily grasps the meaning behind his words without need for explanation.
All the words Elly Campbell wanted to hurl at him were completely swallowed by Adam Jones’s overwhelming kisses, leaving only a sultry ambiance lingering all around after a moment...
Again and again they reached the pinnacle of entanglement, turning their short days of yearning into action, melting into this tender passion.