Chapter 105: What A Jerk!
And speaking of sex during pregnancy, Jeremy started sharing his range of knowledge eagerly.
"You can't do it in the first three months or the last two months, but there is no problem in between. Positions are a big issue too, you need to..."
"Alright, alright." Keith stopped him. "I have checked online about the positions."
"Man!" Jeremy jumped from his seat. "So it's just your outside that's conservative! Have you already pushed down Cathryn on the bed countless times? What a jerk!"
This mix of business genius and gentle jerk didn't reply but sipped from a glass of water and continued to look at his "All You Need to Know about Pregnancy."
He was not asking for something consummate. An "intimate scene" with her during pregnancy was all he asked for. He wanted to see her with him after giving birth. That was enough.
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Cathryn slept so well this night, she had never had such a deep sleep ever since she got back to the island from the funeral. She woke up energetic and refreshed.
However, in such a slumber, she could still remember that someone was cuddling her all night. Looking to her side, there were traces of a man lying there not so long ago, and a faint scent of Eau de Cologne went to her nose.
She sat up in shock.
She dreamed last night that Keith carried her to go to bed, and she took that advantage and wouldn't let him go but to sleep with him!
"My gosh..." Her eyes widened, and she blinked and looked at the impression again. It is a long mark that can only be made by a tall man over 6'4. Cathryn swallowed.
Did she force Keith to stay last night?
Cathryn was worried, and the indifferent-looking stewardess Catherine walked in and watched her solemnly squatting on the bed, reflecting. She started, "Mr. Clarkson just got up and went to work."
Catherine knew now that they slept together? Did Keith leave her room this morning?
Looking at Catherine's triumphant face, like she was waiting on her mistress after her first night, Cathryn decided to look calm. She coughed and decided to wait until Keith came back.
She had to face what she had to face, after all. It can't stay awkward like this until the child is born.
If Keith wasn't feeling awkward, too, he must have had pretty good reasons to stay outside after ten in the evening. Catherine came twice to see her go to bed, and Cathryn refused her love of studying. By 10:30, the sound of his Oxfords clipped from downstairs, Cathryn instantly spirited and buried her head in the book.
After 30 years of being a good gentleman, Keith did have an inner struggle for last night. After working overtime and coming back so late, he thought he would see her asleep, but her erect book in front of her head was the first thing he saw upstairs. She raised her eyes to catch him right in the eye, too, and they exchanged a complicated look.
Realizing that she was looking away, Keith bowed his head. He went back to his bedroom and changed and came back to ask how come she hadn't slept.
She swayed her book to him.
"The exam is coming, I think I need some quick review."
Staring at the book in Cathryn's hand, Keith's awkwardness slowly changed to a curious smile. Seeing his change, she looked down at the book in her hand to find it was upside down. A surprise mixed with embarrassment flushed all to her face.
Cathryn was speechless, "..."
Putting down the book, she stood up from reading. "I'm going to sleep now."
Closing the bedroom door, she slapped herself in the face. A crisp break in the air, she quickly went to caress her face, worried that Keith may hear it. Outside, Keith seemed to have returned to the bedroom, his door slammed closed; it sounds especially clear.
She wanted to resolve the awkwardness, but now it just got worse.
She sat on the carpet, leaning against the door, thinking about how to explain about herself pulling him to sleep last night. She wasn't trying to sleep with him, but she wanted to have him on her bed....
It doesn't sound quite right, either.
Cathryn felt regret about her expression ability, her heart full of bitterness.
There was thunder on her side, and Keith, on the other side, was not much better. Think about it, he didn't get Cathryn's permission last night before he slept with her. That was really not gentleman-like.
He realized that he still owed her an apology.
Cathryn sat at the door and thought for a long while, thinking about knocking on his door. But before she could do that, the door opened itself. Hearing the door open, she quickly got up and rushed out of the door and bumped right into the man himself, who had apparently just finished his shower.
A bare bath towel surrounding his waist and hanging loosely on his hip, she could see a light shade of Apollo's belt exposed, as well as a neat six-pack. His face looked paler than his body, though, the latter shimmering in a deadly wheat color. Some drops of water from his wet hair were making streams down his upper chest, sketching slowly along the gully of his muscle. Cathryn felt her hormones going up like crazy.
In front of this tempting body, the girl's hard-sought explanation went out of her mind. Instead, her eyes were glued on Keith, who might have felt shy and tried to pull up the towel. However, he pulled too hard and too suddenly and exposed his strong thigh.
What's more, in the middle of the two thighs, there flashed a dark shadow.
If it was some man else, Cathryn would think it was a shadow, but for Keith, it was hard to estimate his size...
Shame rushed through her nerves, suppressing her physiological reflex, and went all the way up to her brain.
Her heart missed a bit, feeling her blood filling her head uncontrollably. Cathryn's cheeks burned like hot lava, and the shame inside her was screaming for a way out. She started.
"Let me dry your hair."
Keith: "..."
Cathryn Riley: "..."