Don't You Want To Talk To Me?

Elizabeth was in a daze. She didn't drink, but she felt a little dizzy. Looking at James's handsome face in a daze, she was dopey and thought, "Didn't he say that he wanted to wipe the cream on my lips? Why did he kiss me? Why am I brought upstairs by him and lying here in a daze?" When James took off her clothes, she finally understood that it was James's trick! The night breeze was blowing slowly. Outside the window, the small garden was brilliantly lit up. Inside the room, it was dark, and the temperature was rising unconsciously... After torrid sex, James leaned against the head of the bed with satisfaction, wrapping Elizabeth's hair around his finger and playing with it.  Elizabeth was exhausted, so she closed her eyes and took a nap. Although... well, it felt quite good, she was really tired. She even felt that she didn't eat anything at night because... she felt a little hungry again.  "Honey, don't you want to say something to me?" Elizabeth didn't want to say anything. She jus