Chapter twenty

Irish slowly opened her eyes and it's widened seeing she is hugging Basil. She never moved and stunned at the moment seeing him too much closer. He never wore anything except of his boxer and she felt her cheeks were burning. Her eyes travelled and stopped down to his cock that is covering only with boxer. Damn Irish do not look down there—it seems fucking nine inches! She said dried in her mind.

"I hope I didn't interrupt again your fantasizing," Basil suddenly said emphasizing the word 'fantasizing'.

"Hey! What fantasi—ahh!" She suddenly fell off in the bed. "Ouch! Why did you push me?" she snorted and immediately stood up to face her.

"Tsk. I didn't, you just fell there," he said and closed his eyes seems he was going to sleep again.

"Oh? Am I?"

"Yeah." Basil closed his eyes. "You hugged me while you were sleeping."

"And you didn't bother to take off my hand there in your..." She looked in his abs trying to utter a word but it seems her tongue gone.

He smirked seeing her cheeks blu