Zoey's POV
No sooner had I finished speaking than Russell's thin lips were on mine.
After a few kisses, Russell's technique had become more and more skilled.
His tongue explored my mouth, his big hand cupping the back of my head, kissing me deeply.
My arms weakly wrapped around Russell's neck, letting him take what he wanted.
Russell's hot palm slowly slid up my calf, his breathing becoming rapid.
But the next second, he suddenly pulled away from my lips, his voice husky as he said, "Come down."
I got the hint and quickly stood up, my gaze involuntarily glancing down at Russell's crotch.
Russell pulled the blanket on his lap up a bit, turned his wheelchair to the side, and said to me, "Get some sleep early."
"Oh, okay," I pushed him upstairs.
Russell cleared his throat and said,
