Chapter 1164: Travel (8) The Morning

Theodore, his body reeking of alcohol, held Little Bunny. Though not outwardly fat, he felt impossibly heavy in her arms. Lost in her warmth, he inhaled her scent, finding it more intoxicating than the liquor.

"Come on, let me help you to your room," Little Bunny said resignedly, supporting his weight as they stumbled upstairs. Finally, she managed to get him into bed. The instant his embrace vanished, a sense of loss washed over him. Despite his intoxication, he flushed and breathed heavily but refrained from acting on his impulses. Little Bunny, after helping him settle, went to the bathroom, returning with warm water and a towel to clean his face and extremities. She tucked him in before quietly leaving.

He raised a hand to grasp her arm, but it froze mid-air. He couldn't do everything he wanted; Little Bunny had been too kind.

She returned with a glass of water. "You might get thirsty," she explained, placing it on his nightstand. "When you wake up, drink some; it'll ease your stomach."

"Little Bunny," he murmured.

She looked at him.

"You're too good to me. I'll miss you if you ever leave," he confessed.

Little Bunny's care was habitual, but his words prompted reflection.

"I'll try not to," she replied.

Theodore chuckled, covering his eyes. He wished for a different answer, one revealing her affection. But it was wishful thinking. He closed his eyes, afraid that any further kindness from her would overwhelm him.

Little Bunny left, closing the door behind her and taking a deep breath. Her heart pounded. Was it fear of his reaction, or a newfound understanding of Theodore? But the memory of him using her to find another woman instantly erased any warmer feelings.

The next day, 8:00 a.m. Their plane left at 1:00 p.m., a three-hour trip to the airport. They were already cutting it close.

Little Bunny went to Theodore's room, expecting to find him still asleep after last night's drinking. She knocked twice, then entered. She assumed he was asleep, but the sounds of a woman's moans and a man's heavy breathing shattered that assumption. The room's soundproofing had concealed the noise until she opened the door. The woman's screams were loud enough to make her blush. To her shock, Theodore was watching a video on his phone and masturbating.

Realizing what he was doing, she spun around. Before she could leave, he hurried to her, slamming the door shut. She was pinned against it, his body close.

"Don't get me wrong," he stammered, unable to explain what she had witnessed.

Damn it. It was a morning erection from a dream. He'd dealt with it himself. He'd ruined his chances with her.

"I... I..." he stuttered.

"I understand," Little Bunny said quickly.

She felt his breath on her neck. He hadn't had sex in over half a month since their arrival on the island; he’d been with her constantly and hadn't sought out other women.

"I... I couldn't help it," Theodore said, frustrated. "I can't do anything with you, so I had to... You must be disgusted!"

He couldn't lie. It wasn't the first time.

"No, I'm not disgusted," she replied honestly. She saw a new level of self-control, that he hadn't sought out other women or forced himself on her.

"Are you lying?" he asked, uncertain.

"No."

Relief washed over him. As he moved to release her, the video's explicit sounds resumed, arousing him again. Little Bunny, too, felt the impact, visualizing the scene.

"Little Bunny," he whispered huskily, "Can you help me?"

Her body tensed.

"I won't go inside, I just need your legs."

He pulled up her light, silky dress. She froze, fearing to provoke the lion behind her.