The night was already deep and the scattered stars across the sky looked rather beautiful.
Charlotte Thompson was lying in bed with her head tilted up, feeling extremely complex inside, turning over and over again unable to fall asleep.
Charlotte sat up listlessly, her fine black hair somewhat messy, her lips vivid red, her skin snow white.
She pulled back the curtain, outside it was pitch black, she stood still for a while, the moonlight warmly shining on her, giving her a sensual aura.
She looked up at the clock not far away, it was late, and for a moment, more complex emotions surged in her heart.
Things couldn’t go on forever, her sleep quality had always been good, and she didn’t know why she suddenly suffered from insomnia today.
With this thought, Charlotte pushed the door and walked out, at that moment everything was silent, she had no habit of keeping the light on in her room, the hallway light was flickering, she tiptoed to the living room.
She picked up the cup, was about to pour herself a glass of water, when she suddenly heard a voice behind her.
Charlotte turned around to see Justin Battleson standing behind her.
He was tall and broad, and the shirt that Jordan Thompson usually wore looked tight on him, highlighting his attractiveness. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI[F]ire.net
His eyes were deep, his gaze was like the bright moon in the night sky, yet as deep as a vast sea of smoke, his flickering emotions flashing through it.
The man’s finely chiseled features looked incredibly good under the moonlight, his thin moist lips, sharp eyebrows, long fingers holding the glass, carefully looking at the Charlotte before him.
Charlotte’s face turned inexplicably red, her big watery eyes flashed with an indescribable shyness.
"What are you doing here?" Charlotte’s voice was somewhat dry, she instinctively turned her face away, feeling a bit guilty.
"I was a bit thirsty and came to pour a glass of water."
The man’s tone was full of tenderness, he unintentionally spoke, his dark eyes looking at the Charlotte in front of him.
"Then you drink it, I’m going to bed."
Charlotte took a big gulp of water, only then did she feel a bit relieved, just as she was about to turn around and leave the living room, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by Justin Battleson.
His palm was scorching hot, almost burning her cool wrist, she looked back at him in surprise.
The moonlight draped over their bodies, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
Justin Battleson leaned in, pressing her against the tall cabinet, his big hand on her waist, shielding her from gravity, and he softly lowered his head towards her.
"Why are you running away?"
Charlotte couldn’t help but avert her eyes, there was something unnatural flashing in her gaze, she spoke lightly, her hand tightly clenched, the thin sweat in her palm was somewhat sticky, making her uncomfortable.
"Charlotte?" Justin Battleson leaned over to Charlotte’s ear, his voice was quiet, as if he was teasing.
"You are quite gentle today."
Justin Battleson’s voice was very low, as mellow as the sound of a cello, making Charlotte somewhat infatuated.
"Justin Battleson, you... let go of me."
Charlotte deliberately turned her face, pretending to be fierce looking, she glared at the man in front of her.
His smooth facial contours looked soft and handsome under the moonlight, his gaze was very light but firm, as if he was carefully observing her.
Justin Battleson heard Charlotte’s words but made no move, only tightening his grip, as if he wanted to squeeze the woman in front of him into his very bones.
Charlotte’s voice was light and clear, and there was an added touch of shyness, Justin Battleson found it somewhat distracting.