His Little Wild Cat(6)

15

When we got to the garage, I shook off his hand.

"You were just like that. What should we do if anything went wrong?" I was worried about him. I was afraid he would get himself into trouble because of me.

He was so scary just now.

In the past eight years, he had always been very gentle to me. Even if we were fighting so badly now, he just ignored me. I had never seen him as scary as just now.

"He should be glad that you didn't get hurt." He took my wrist again, checked it carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's work. It’s not the first time I have met such a person. You can protect me once, but can you protect me for a lifetime?"

"I told you not to let others bully you." He was also a little angry.

"Bully?" I smiled bitterly, "Isn't it you who has bullied me the most?"

He was silent for a while, "Don't do such a part-time job."

"Let go, Bertram, I don't need you to do this. I will eventually have to live on my own. I once relied on you to live, but you kicked me away. It felt so painful. I don’t want to rely on you anymore. "

He looked at me and whispered, "Sandra, even if I marry someone else, we will still be family."

"I don't want to be your family, and I don't want to be your niece! Don't you understand?" I suddenly yelled at him.

He was stunned and didn't know what to do with me.

"Sandra." He looked at me helplessly.

Maybe he wanted me to calm down, but I really couldn't help myself.

I had told myself to stay away from him and not to care about him again and again. But after seeing him again, I had broken the line of defense that I had worked so hard to build.

He thought I was mad at him, but I was mad at myself.

I was so mad that I was weak. What was so good about Bertram? He was so old, but I still liked him so much.

"Call me when you get married. I will attend your wedding." I said before I left.

16

The following days were relaxed.

I adapted to the days without him slowly, and I also adapted to the days of doing part-time jobs.

Occasionally, I went go to the movies and go shopping with my roommates when there was no class.

But later my roommates all had boyfriends. I was the only single one in the dorm.

I didn't want to date. I seemed to have lost the ability to love someone because of Bertram.

On Christmas, everyone went on date. I was sitting in a daze in the dorm alone. When I saw Jones posting a tweet about a snowman, I habitually liked it.

Then I got a call from him.

"Hey, Jones."

"Well, where are you?" It sounded lively around him.

"In the dorm." I was a little embarrassed.

We hadn't contacted each other for more than half a year, and his sudden call made me very uncomfortable.

"Why are you in the dorm when it’s Christmas? Isn't it boring?" He asked.

"It's okay." What should I say? If I didn't go back to Bertram's house, where else could I go?

"Why not come out and have some fun? I will pick you up." After half a year, his tone still sounded natural, as if we had only contacted him yesterday.

I didn't speak.

I was hesitating because Bertram didn't like me with Jones, and he said Jones was not a good person.

I didn't care much, but I still couldn't help but take his words seriously. Besides, I was not ready to accept other men.

"Speak. If you don't come out, the snow on the mountain will melt and be gone. I will give you three seconds to think about it. If you don't speak, I will take it as a yes."

"One, two, three, time is out. Wait in the dorm. See you later."

He said too fast. Before I reacted, he hung up.

I was stunned and didn't know what to do.

He came too fast. I hadn't thought about how to refuse when he was already downstairs.

He called me and asked me to go down.

I didn't want to keep him waiting. I found a thick down jacket in the closet and rushed down.

Jones was sitting by the flower bed and smoking. I found that he had gray hair in the moonlight.

He raised his head and smiled at me, “We haven’t seen each other for half a year. Have you ever missed me?”

"No," I said awkwardly.

He stood up angrily, wrapped his arm around my neck, and gently pinched it, "You’re your punishment."

Then he naturally took me away.

He took me to the mountain, a little far from the urban area, and he drove for a long time.

Along the way, he was talkative as ever. He asked me about my situation in school and how I had gotten along with my roommates. He also said that he had encountered many interesting things in the past six months, but he did not mention Bertram.

I thought it was because of that bet.

17

After we arrived, I found that there was a group of people on the mountain, men and women. They were playing cards, chatted, played games, and making snowmen.

They didn't pay much attention to my arrival. They didn't seem to be very concerned about it and kept playing happily.

Only someone occasionally asked when they saw me following Jones, "New girlfriend?"

He answered with a smile, "A friend."

Hearing his words, I let my guard down and played with these people.

Jones didn't like making a snowman very much. He said it was cold, and asked me to accompany him to play cards in the room.

He did not concentrate on playing cards. He teased me and naturally held my hand.

I wanted to escape, and he let go. But he held my hand again after a while.

He did it naturally, and I was a little shy. But in such an ambiguous atmosphere, I somehow did not find it very annoying.

I didn't know if the heating in the room was too warm, or if I was wearing too much, I blushed.

They played until the early morning and then went back to their rooms with a smile.

I suddenly realized that I had no room. I was about to go to the receptionist to get a room when Jones naturally squeezed my hand and looked at me for a few seconds.

I was a little panicked under his gaze.

He suddenly smiled, and there were dimples on his handsome face. Before I could react, he lowered his head and kissed my lips.

A sense of masculinity rushed into my face, and my mind went blank.

I wanted to dodge reflectively, but he reached out and held my head.

I couldn't move and could only let him kiss me.

After kissing for a while, he reached out, squeezed me a few times, and said in a hoarse voice, "Going to my room?"

My mind was a mess and my heart was beating fast.

I wanted to refuse, but I didn't say it.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he reached out, touched my earlobe, and asked with a smile, "Are you shy?"

Before I could answer, he took me directly to his room.

I was mesmerized by him. His smile and his eyes were like poison. I did whatever he said and I couldn't resist.

As soon as we entered the door, he hugged me and began to kiss me deeply, my cheeks, ears, neck, and collarbone...

I was embraced in his arms, and I was carried away. When he stretched his hand toward my zipper, I suddenly came to my sense

"Don't be afraid. I will be very gentle." He comforted me.

.

I held my breath and thought for a long time. But I felt that I couldn't do it.

I had much fun with him tonight and now the ambiguous atmosphere was very mesmerizing, but I couldn't do it.

Seeing my hesitation, he kissed my face and went to the bathroom.

I was lying there, trying to calm down. Thinking about what had happened tonight, I was a little hesitant but somehow relieved.

Jones was handsome and humorous. I felt relaxed with him. He seemed a good choice for a boyfriend.

I had always said that I wanted to completely let go of my feelings for Bertram. I had been deceiving myself and I had never really let it go.

Jones's move tonight had somehow put an end to my thoughts about Bertram.

He and I finally couldn't be the same.

18

After I woke up in the morning, others didn’t look surprised when they saw me come out of their room. They just asked me to have breakfast.

After breakfast, we skied, took the cable car, and had a snowball fight.

He and his friends were having fun like crazy.

I was a little timid and I couldn't keep up with him.

But he was gentle and always took care of me. When his friends asked him to participate in some projects, he held my hand and shook his head.

"Go ahead. I'll be here watching you play." I was a little embarrassed and felt sorry.

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"Ignore them. I like to stay with you." He reached out and rubbed my head.

"Okay." I lowered my head shyly and let him hold my hand in his palm.

Does dating feel like this?

It was not very intense or dazzling. Just saying with him made me feel so sweet.

He and his friends loved having fun, but he refused and stayed quietly here with me. So he loved me, right?

I had never thought that some people would give something to me without asking for anything in return.

I still lived with him at night.

After taking a bath, he played with his phone in bed. Seeing me come over, he kissed me and did nothing else.

We spent two days happily together.

Time passed fast. He sent me downstairs to my dorm and asked me when I would be free next time.

I said that we might have to wait until the test was over because I would be very busy during the exam week.

He took a drag on his cigarette with a frown, leaned down, and whispered in my ear, "Are you going to kill me? It will be so long."

"Oh?" I blushed and hurriedly explained, "I’m sorry. But if I don’t take it seriously, I might fail.”

He didn't want to listen to my explanation and just smiled.

Finally, he reached out and squeezed my waist, "Be good. Remember to think of me every day."

Then he turned around and waved at me, "Bye."

"Bye." I stood in place and looked at his back.

Do I have a boyfriend? I touched the place where he had pinched, and everything felt so unreal.

But in less than two seconds, Bertram appeared in front of me.

When I heard a horn sound, I came to my sense and saw a black car parked at the corner of the dormitory.

My heart skipped a beat. I somehow felt a little guilty as if I had been caught cheating.

Just now, Jones and I had been talking intimately downstairs for a while. Bertram had been watching us in the car?

The sweetness in my heart disappeared.

I was a little annoyed. But when I thought about it again, I felt that I hadn't done anything wrong. Didn't he want me to date other boys? Now I was dating Jones. It had nothing to do with him.

Even if he didn't want me to be with Jones, so what? This was my own business.

Thinking of this, I walked over and stopped in front of the car window.