?<strong>Chapter 1153:</strong>


    When he didn’t respond, she waved a hand in front of his face. He felt her movement but remained still, curious about what she’d do next.


    Believing he was fast asleep, Laney quietly turned off the course ying on hisputer, removed his headphones, and draped a thin nket over him.


    As she leaned in, her hair brushed against his face, a soft tickle that sent an unexpected jolt through his chest.


    Cliff’s brow twitched. Intrigued, he decided to keep pretending.


    Momentster, he felt her weight settle onto hisp.


    For a second, Cliff’s mind went nk, an internal curse shing through his thoughts.


    Laney, unaware, adjusted herself, her light summer nightgown brushing against his calves as she shifted.


    Her soft legs resting on his thighs made Cliff’s fingers twitch involuntarily.


    Thinking he was sound asleep, Laney leaned into his chest and studied his face. She let out a deep sigh a whileter. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have confessed my feelings to you. You used to hold me like this andugh when I clung to you. Now, I have to sneak just to sit on yourp. Why don’t you like me? Is it because I’m like a sister to you? Or do you think I’m not pretty enough?”


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    She touched her cheek, frowning. “I’m clearly more beautiful than Helen of Troy.”


    Cliff remained silent, though his resolve was wearing thin.


    Laney sighed softly. “Do you prefer mature women? Am I not sexy enough?”


    Unable to resist, she leaned in to kiss him.


    Having been kissed twice by her before, Cliff sensed her movement and opened his eyes just as their lips were about to meet.


    Laney froze, caught in the intensity of his dark gaze. She stammered, her voice trembling, “Cliff… I… I was hungry… I called you, but you didn’t answer, so…”


    Cliff cut her off, his tone dry. “And you decided to find food at my mouth?”


    Laney’s face turned beet red.


    When she didn’t move, Cliff pressed a hand to his temple, exasperated. “Are you glued to myp? When do you n to get up?”


    Pouting, Laney slowly stood, reluctant to leave.


    Once she was gone, Cliff let out a long breath, ncing at his private area. Grumbling to himself, he pulled the nket over hisp and headed for a cold shower.


    But the icy water only offered temporary relief.


    That night, his dreams were filled with images of Laney, bolder than ever, climbing into hisp without hesitation and lifting her nightgown as if daring him to act.


    Cliff jolted awake, his heart pounding as he lifted the nket. A wave of embarrassment washed over him at his nocturnal emission.


    A perplexing wet dream had invaded his sleep. In his dream, images of Laney’s alluring figure drew him in. Unable to hold back his desires, he had engaged her in intimacy.


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