The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 929 Do You Know What You Are Doing

"Get in the car," Sheryl told Susan. Charles strapped Sheryl in, but she was more worried about Susan, who was still standing outside the car, behind Charles, not moving. "Get in the car quickly," she told Susan again hurriedly.

"I..." Susan looked like she had something on her mind that she wasn't able to speak out. She hesitated, avoiding Sheryl's worried look and said weakly, "Sher, I don't want to get in the car."

"Why? What are you thinking?" Sheryl was stunned by Susan's words. Then she shook her head, quickly coming to herself again. "If you go back to the hotel now, you won't make it. Listen to me, Susan, hurry up and get in the car."

"But I have to go back to the hotel, no matter what happens," said Susan, giving Sheryl a helpless smile. "All my luggage is back there, and I have nowhere else to stay."

"Don't worry about your luggage. You can go back to get it tomorrow." Sheryl frowned. She did not want Susan to get hurt. She didn't want anything to happen to her friend. She sighed and tried again, "Susan, get in the car first. We'll talk later."

"No, I really can't get in the car and leave with you." Susan shrugged, smiling lamely. Feeling helpless, she continued, "Sher, you don't have to worry about me. Seeing that you are all right makes me feel relieved."

"Susan, get in." Charles chimed in. He did not want Susan to get hurt in any way either. "If you won't leave with us, please at least let me drive you to the hotel where you live. It's already late and it won't be easy to get a cab. It's dangerous."

Susan hesitated for a while, and finally got in the car.

As the car drove up in front of the hotel, Susan moved to get out, but Sheryl turned to her and asked, "Are you sure you aren't leaving with us?" Her voice had a tone of full concern and even fear for her friend. "Yes, I'm sure," Susan said, giving her a polite smile. "Sher, have a good rest. I will pack your things for you. We will meet in Y City."

Saying that, she stepped out of the car and went through the front doors, entering the building. Watching her friend's back as she walked away, Sheryl bit her bottom lip. She couldn't help but feel upset. She felt like not being able to help Susan at all.

Charles took Sheryl back to his hotel, which was not too far from where Holley was staying. He carried her all the way to their room and lay her down on the bed before going to get the bath ready for her. Sheryl felt that her strength was coming back, and thought that she could take a bath by herself. However, when she stood to walk to the bathroom, she fainted, her legs giving out under her. As she fell, she let out a pain-streaked cry.

Charles rushed out of the bathroom at her cry, and quickly swept her up into his arms. "Why did you get up by yourself?" he asked, his voice full of fear and worry. "You haven't recovered yet. You should lie in bed and rest. When the bath is ready, I'll get you and help you in."

"Uh, I think I can do it myself," Sheryl told him, her cheeks flushing a light red.

Looking at her cheeks, Charles smiled but did not say anything. Instead, he carried her into the bathroom and set her on the marble floor near the bathtub.

Then he began to undress her. Sheryl became nervous at Charles' movements and tried to stop him. "What... what are you doing?"

"Help you take a bath," Charles told her with resolution. "You are too weak to bathe yourself, Sher, and I want to help you. Otherwise I'll just be worried about you."

"No, I can take a bath by myself." There were bright lights in the bathroom. Sheryl was not undressed yet, but she felt like she was wearing nothing in front of Charles. She couldn't imagine what it would be like if he was to stay in the room while she was taking a bath. Embarrassed, she pushed him back. "Get out now," she said.

"We are a couple. Don't be so shy, Sher," Charles said. He eyed Sheryl from head to toe and then said in a playful tone, "Which part of your body haven't I seen before? Which inch of your skin have I not touched?"

"Charles, you..." Sheryl blushed even more, and gave Charles another gentle push. "Get out now!"

But Charles didn't move. He didn't want to leave the bathroom. While Sheryl was feeling upset and pissed off at him as well as embarrassed, he took her hand and pulled her towards himself. "Don't move," he told her as he wrapped his arms around her.

Sheryl resigned to standing still and motionless like Charles had ordered.

"What... what are you doing now?" Sheryl asked bashfully, feeling that he was running his hands over her body.

Charles gave her no answer; he quickly took off her clothes, lifted her up into his arms, walked over to the bathtub, and then lowered her into the lukewarm water. Using the bath sponge that was on the edge, he started to scrub her body gently in case it would make her uncomfortable.

At first, Sheryl felt bashful and embarrassed, but when she saw Charles' limpid eyes and his clean and broad forehead, she realized that she was thinking too much and overreacting. She started to relax, feeling more reassured, and gave her body over to Charles, letting him scrub every inch of her body.

Charles scrubbed Sheryl with gentle strokes. When he was finished, he rinsed her off, wrapped her up in a towel and helped her out of the tub. He carried her back to the bed and set her down. Sheryl was quiet during all of this, letting him take care of her.

Charles' clothes were mostly soaked through, but he didn't care at all. After setting her on the bed, he went to take a bath.

When he returned, Sheryl was lying quietly in the bed. She turned towards him and looked at him, blinking slowly.

He walked over and poured her a glass of water. As he offered it to her, he asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry." Sheryl shook her head. She did not think she could handle any food at the moment.

"Okay then, have a good rest," Charles said as he pulled the quilt blanket up over her.

He was about to leave when Sheryl took his hand suddenly. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"I am gonna sleep on the couch," Charles said lightly. He knew that Sheryl was not ready to sleep with him, and he did not want to make her do things against her will. The truth was that he very much enjoyed sleeping next to her, but if she wasn't ready, he wasn't about to force it on her.

Sheryl gave him a coy smile. She turned, patted the empty spot next to her on the bed, and gestured for him to lie down. "Sleep right here."

"Sher, are you..." Charles was smiling with delight. He glanced at Sheryl and asked, "Are you serious? You want me to sleep in the bed?"

"If you don't want to, that's okay," Sheryl said with her mouth pouted, pretending to be mad at him. She rolled so she would be facing away from him.

Charles grinned, overjoyed that Sheryl would let him sleep with her. "Yes, of course I would love to sleep with you!" he cried as he climbed on the bed.

He turned off the lamp on the bedside table and rolled onto his back, placing his hands on top of his chest, not wanting them to touch her, to bother her during the night and startle her.

He couldn't care less if there weren't any contact between them that night. He was satisfied with just being on the bed with her and their lack of intimacy didn't bother him.

However, he found that he could not sleep at all. Lying on the bed besides Sheryl, he was aroused all by Sheryl's scent, and his mind ran wild with erotic fantasies and sexual desire. Even her breathing was enough to arouse him.

In the darkness, Sheryl breathed evenly. Charles dared not make any big movements, afraid of waking her up. Yet his inability to sleep was bothering him. As he thought about whether or not to get up and go sleep on the couch, he felt a soft and smooth hand touching his chest quietly.

Sheryl was awake and she didn't know why she had done what she had just done; she didn't know why she would reach over and touch his chest. She immediately regretted it, but what was done was done, and Charles had felt her hand.

His voice was low and sounded very domineering in the darkness. "Sheryl, what are you doing? Do you know the consequences?"

Needless to say, Sheryl knew what he wanted and expected from her, and what would happen if she further stirred up his desire. She was glad that it was dark and that he couldn't see how hard she was blushing. "Let go of my hand," she told him, her voice shaking slightly with nervousness.

"You teased me first, right? Don't try to deny that," Charles teased.

"But I regret what I did now." Sheryl tried to take her hand back, but Charles held onto her hand, keeping it pressed against his chest. When she felt his heartbeat, her own heartbeat started to become faster and faster.

"It's too late to regret what you did." His voice, full of sensuality and allure, came to her ears. His breathing deepened slightly and his heart was quickening against her hand. The next second, she felt all of his weight on top of her, pressing her back into the bed.

She was nervous, but at the same time, she wanted to make love to him. She was excited and looking forward to it, in fact. As she ran her hands down his back and along his waist and then his front, his passion rose even further.

"Charles... be gentle." She didn't want to refuse him anymore. Instead, she wanted him to continue kissing her, caressing her, stroking her all over...

Her whisper was what tipped him over the edge. He let out a small groan and leaned down against her. He kissed her ear, her cheek, her mouth, her neck, all the way down her body. He pressed his own body against hers. One of his hands untied her bathrobe, and the other was busy kneading her breasts.

She felt the ultimate lust inside her body, and that her petite figure was soft like a little cat underneath his muscular body. She realized that her own skin was hot and that her face felt like it was scorching; as she continued to run her hands all over his body, she could feel the heat. It was like a flame. It was when her bathrobe was discarded aside that she realized there was nothing in between her and Charles, only their naked bodies.

Outside, it was placid. The moon was high in the night sky and it lit up the whole world. It was a tender night; the moonlight was shadowed by the curtain and shone on the couple's entangled bodies, which were glowing with love.

In the past three years, Charles had dreamed of such a loving scene in countless times. Now it had come true, and it was thrilling every cell inside his body.

His hands and lips pressed against her silkily smooth skin. And she felt like she was at the peak of ecstasy. A familiar feeling surged up in her. While she was fascinated about the sensation, his tempting voice softly brushed her ears, "Sher, do you know what you are doing with me now?"