How she ended up on the ground, Jaylene Ziel had no idea. In her confusion, her suspended body settled down and her feet found solid footing on the floor. "It's better to have my feet on the ground," she thought with relief.
However, before she could finish her thought, the next second, she found herself pushed down onto the queen size bed nearby.
The soft bed faced the lake, and the moon's faint glow barely illuminated the shimmering water in the distance.
When it was over, the room was unusually quiet, with only the sound of the wind outside the window and their labored breathing.
He was still on top of her, and she felt unusually heavy. After a moment, she couldn't help but gently push him with her hand: "Joseph, hurry up and get off, you're so heavy, you're going to crush me."
"Heavy?"
Joseph Thompson raised his head, looking at the flushed woman with the help of the dim light. His rough finger touched her delicate, egg-like face tenderly.
