228\u2013Cuddling Is The Only Option\u00a0<\/p>\n
Madeline:\u00a0<\/p>\n
The motel room did not smell bad. It seemed they had used air freshener.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The bedsheets were clean. It was a small room, but it looked neatly arranged.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was one queen\u2013size bed against the wall and a couch beside it with a window behind it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was no closet and no carpet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There were no extra chairs, only two thin blankets, one already on the bed and one folded near the couch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After we placed the children on the bed, we covered them with the blanket.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My kids were little, and I could squeeze next to them, but I knew they would get uncomfortable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We had to ask for many pillows, and since my kids moved in their sleep, we needed to place pillows between them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once I set everything up, I realized there was no space left for me on the bed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After tucking the children in, we stepped back from the bed and our eyes landed on the couch at the same time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It looked wide, but not wide enough for two adults without brushing against each other.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Someone could sleep on it only if they cuddled and stayed close.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We shared a brief glance and then looked away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI will take a shower,\u201d I murmured, rubbing my arm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d he replied without lifting his eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I slipped into the small bathroom. The floor was cold. Some of the tiles were cracked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I leaned the gown against the wall and stepped under the water.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once the steam touched my skin, my muscles eased.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Still, a strange agitation kept rising inside me, something that had started after he marked me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A timid pull kept building in my body, almost like I was craving something I should not.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tried to push the feeling away and focus on anything else.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once in a while, the feeling struck again and my body shuddered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the time I finished, I noticed the bottom of the gown had soaked up water from the floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It dragged as I lifted it in my arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI cannot wear this,\u201d I sighed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I would catch cold if I put it on again. The gown was huge and now it was wet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I would also have no space to sleep if I tried wearing it on the couch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I set the gown aside and gently knocked on the door to get Baxter\u2019s attention.\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
228\u2013Cuck$ngs The Only Option\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
I waited until I heard a light knock from the other side.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you need anything?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I opened the door a little and leaned toward the small crack.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I saw him standing outside, but he kept his gaze down and away from me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe gown is soaked,\u201d I uttered. \u201cI cannot wear this. What am I supposed to wear now?\u201d I asked tiredly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his hair. He still refused to look at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have your undies on?\u201d he asked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I grunted at once.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not coming out just in that,\u201d I replied quickly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was wearing a white bra and the tiniest panties and that was it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThen wear my coat on top of it. That is what I am trying to say,\u201d he commented.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I groaned awkwardly but knew I had no other choice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI left it on the couch,\u201d I pointed out, waiting behind the door and growing colder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He walked to the couch and grabbed the coat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When his eyes accidentally lifted toward me, I pulled back behind the door again. I only slipped my hand out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He returned and passed me the coat. His fingers brushed lightly along my skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pulled my hand back fast, almost like something had sparked between us.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shut the door and slipped into the large coat. It swallowed me completely.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The hem reached just below my underclothes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If I kept my arms down, the upper part of my thighs stayed covered, but my legs were bare.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I took a breath and reminded myself I could not stay in the bathroom forever. Baxter would need to use it too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I stepped out, he was not paying attention. He was taking off his shoes while sitting on the couch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His\u00a0<\/p>\n
gaze moved down and then up, and he froze. I grunted softly and crossed my arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He turned away immediately, stood up and rushed past me while rubbing his neck, and disappeared into the bathroom.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I started to wander around the room, trying to figure out where to sleep.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Baxter came out, wiping his hair with his hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He seemed to notice the way I kept staring at the couch, as if I was trying to decide what to do with it.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is fine, you can sleep on the couch,\u201d he told me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere would you sleep?\u201d I asked him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI will sleep on the ground,\u201d he replied, and my eyes widened.\u00a0<\/p>\n
2\/3\u00a0<\/p>\n
228\u2013Cuddling is the Only Option\u00a0<\/p>\n
+25 Bonus\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBut then take the blanket, put it underneath you, and roll it over you,\u201d I suggested.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I would have given him a pillow too, but he shook his head again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His hands settled on his waist as he stared at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou will catch a cold,\u201d he muttered, \u201cYou are practically-,\u201d then paused and looked away. \u201cNaked.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked down at my chest and realized the coat had loosened. Half of my breast had slipped into view.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I pulled the coat together and folded my arms across my chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If I lifted my arms too much, I would be fully exposed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
An awkward silence settled between us before he cleared his throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cUnless you are okay with us sharing the couch,\u201d he uttered. \u201cWe can cuddle or something. It will be warm.\u2018\u00a0<\/p>\n
His suggestion hit me like a silver bullet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ruby Walker is a rising voice in the world of romance and spicy fiction. With a gift for weaving deep emotions, sizzling chemistry, and unexpected twists, her stories are a blend of passion and drama that captivate readers from start to finish. Ruby\u2019s writing style is bold and irresistible\u2014perfect for those who crave intense, addictive love stories.<\/p>\n
228\u2013Cuddling Is The Only Option\u00a0 Madeline:\u00a0 The motel room did not smell bad. It seemed they had used air freshener.\u00a0 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[24],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19429","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-no-daddy-novel-by-novelnozi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19429","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19429"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19429\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19429"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19429"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19429"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}