His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 160: Sweet Memories

Chapter 160: Sweet Memories

** Eli **

Eli found it next to impossible to fall asleep. And why would he want to anyway, if that meant wasting the precious time he could’ve spent holding Harper instead, indulging himself in the knowledge that she was really here, not as a fantasized illusion but as a real person?

From the change of rhythm in her breathing, he could tell that unlike him, the girl was fast asleep and probably dreaming already. He smiled into the dark, marveling at how anyone could have such a big heart and doze off so quickly after such an evening. Or maybe it was because he actually tired her out? All the thrill aside, the past few hours had been ... physically challenging, after all ...

A trickle of guilty pleasure spread within him as he buried his face into her hair. The familiar scent of pomegranate and bergamot filled his nostrils, just as dizzying as the silky touch of her skin under his palm. He pulled her in a little closer, greedy for more contact between their bodies, more sensations of her encompassing all his senses, and he was surprised in the best way possible when she let out a soft moan, rubbing her cheek contentedly against his chest.

Eli felt his heart swell. The way she sought him so instinctively, even in her sleep, was so precious and humbling that he barely knew how to handle it. All he could do was to hold her tighter and repeat to himself the wish he had made upon those shooting stars, telling himself that he’d do everything to make them come true.

It was in this state of half awe, half peaceful delight that he closed his eyes, quietly listening to the sound of her breathing like it was the most mesmerizing music in the world. It was in this state that his memories started playing themselves over the back of his eyelids ... with a hazy sort of clarity that hung halfway between dreams and reality.

He remembered the day when May first came to him with a web novel, showing him the story in an app on her phone.

"So you think we can swap this client?" she asked after he sampled the first few Chapters. "This writer’s style is too softcore for my taste. I’ll do much better with that new werewolf story you signed instead."

Eli wasn’t sure what made him agree that day, since he wasn’t typically a fan of changing clients midway. But there was something in the web novel that caught his eye ... a dreamy undertone like a breath of fresh air, perhaps, or a kind of love story so pure, so unconditional that it spoke to his unromantic heart in a strange way. So in the end, he did agree.

But it wasn’t until he saw the client information May forwarded to him that he realized what kind of decision he had just made, because the contact name said ...

Harper McKenzie?

Never in a million years would he have expected that innocent little dove to write a web novel with so many heated scenes. Never in a million years would he have expected to somehow become the editor to help her with those heated scenes. For a few moments, he wondered if it’d be inappropriate to agree to such an unconventional work relationship ...

But she was his friend, he thought. What could possibly go wrong?

... Then his memories fast forwarded to the day when they went to Red Eros, when she cuffed him to the bed and tortured him slowly, sweetly, hellishly and heavenly.

Long after she left his apartment, he lay alone in bed and stared up at the ceiling, not able to stop thinking about everything that just happened.

Yeah, he was a fool for thinking "what could possibly go wrong" back at the beginning. Everything was out of control now. Over the mere course of a month, the little dove had evolved into a little vixen, turning his life upside down. She occupied his mind all day in a way that was borderline addiction ... Whenever he wasn’t simpering at the thought of her cute smiles and sweet voice, he’d be musing how to "help" her with her web novel in more and more creative ways. And now, he had even invited her to his bed ... where the sinful scene of the night would forever be imprinted onto this piece of furniture.

How could he ever sleep on the same mattress and under the same sheets again, if all they reminded him of was the wild hours they had spent in the exact same spot?

... Then the memories cut straight to this night, when all the miserable tests to his self control finally came to end.

This unreal, life-changing night, when he finally got to call her his. When he finally got to treasure her the way he had dreamed of. All the struggles and wait and painful temptations turned out so worth it, because when so many emotions were mixed with pure pleasure, burning all his senses away as they lost themselves in each other’s yearning body, it made even his wildest imagination pale in comparison. And when he kissed her, held her, moved ever so slowly inside her—

A sharp gasp from Harper woke him up. He didn’t realize until then that he had somehow fallen asleep, and that the scenes of his memories were ... dreams?

Well, apparently more than just dreams. Because apparently he was ... currently grinding himself hard against her, just like what he was doing in his last dream, and he was ... close, so close ...

Eli froze, unable to process what was happening.

"Don’t stop ..." Harper, on the other hand, whimpered at the sudden loss of friction between them. Her face was still tucked against his chest, and he couldn’t see if she was awake or dreaming as well, but her own hips were now moving against him, and then—

He hissed, astonished by the sensation of liquid warmth pooling within his boxers. Almost at the same time, Harper stilled in his arms with a low moan, her body going stiff for a split second, then completely slack.

... What the fuck did they just dream of, and what the fuck did they just do?!