Chapter 80: Ignition of Love Skipped 1 message

In a quiet and somber atmosphere, the night grew deeper. Lynn grabbed two carpets from the corridor and hung them on the balcony door, barely blocking the cold wind from entering outside, but the room's temperature remained low. The four of them had no choice but to squeeze onto the small bed. Perhaps they had become more familiar with each other, or perhaps the relatively enclosed environment indoors felt more like home. Not only Lynn and the bearded man, but even the young woman and little Caroline took off their coats. Adding two more blankets to their bedding made sleeping much warmer than spending the night outdoors or in a rundown farmhouse.

Because the bed was too small, the young woman slept with Caroline on one end, while Lynn and the bearded man slept on the other end. Despite the cramped conditions, there was inevitably some physical intimacy. With concerns about familial propriety, the bearded man intentionally avoided the side where the young woman lay, which made Lynn both happy and nervous. Initially, he lay beside her in a neutral position. Over time, he naturally turned to face the window, inadvertently discovering that the young woman's feet were still icy cold. He gently tucked them into his embrace, intending to warm them up.

This action didn't wake the young woman, or perhaps she wasn't asleep at all, as she showed no resistance to Lynn's gesture. Initially, his intention was simply to warm her feet, but his hands eventually found their way to her shapely calves. The innate softness of that area quickly ignited the hidden desire within him. Despite his belief that there was no superiority among races, Lynn couldn't help but envy the excellent physique of many European and American women. The previous night's "ambush" left no room for such considerations, but now Lynn realized the young woman's calves had an ideal curve: slender yet not too thin, smooth with youthful fullness and elasticity. In an era where women were adept at displaying themselves, such legs, coupled with stockings and high heels, would undoubtedly attract the attention of the opposite sex.

Lynn alternated between touching and not touching for a while. The young woman's slender legs twitched slightly, but instead of pulling away, they adjusted their position and continued to lie obediently in Lynn's embrace. It seemed that her feet, slightly larger than those of Eastern women but still proportionate, enjoyed the warmth in Lynn's embrace and even shifted a bit closer to his chest, seeking greater warmth.

In a scenario involving just a man and a woman, such actions could easily be interpreted as flirtation. However, with an elderly man and a child also present on the crowded bed, Lynn dared not make any overt moves. He continued to gently stroke the young woman's legs through her long socks, exploring from her ankles to her knees and even venturing to her thighs, coming within an inch of the edge of her stockings. As his inner desire grew stronger, Lynn almost wanted to undo the sock clasps and directly touch her fair, tender skin. However, with the bearded man's face just an eyelash away and not wanting to disturb little Caroline, Lynn suppressed his impulses and eventually fell asleep.

Awakening to a rustling sound, Lynn suddenly realized that the space in his embrace was empty. Hastily opening his eyes, he saw that the window outside was still dimly lit, but the bearded man was no longer by his side. With ample space under the covers, he reached out and found that the young woman was also gone!

Turning his head to the other side, he saw the bearded man lying on his back, eyelids fluttering slightly. It seemed that older people couldn't sleep for too long, but getting up in the cold was uncomfortable, so he was probably just resting with his eyes closed!

Looking further, Lynn saw that the young woman had already put on her coat and was rummaging through her luggage.

"Alice?" Lynn called out softly.

The young woman looked up in surprise and met Lynn's gaze. Her beautiful eyes were the first to avert.

"Just going to the bathroom!" she replied softly.

The words were spoken so softly that Lynn initially didn't hear clearly. However, seeing her pull out a piece of soft paper from her bag, he understood her intentions.

Having eaten only hard bread soaked in cold water the previous night, Lynn had drunk more water than usual, and now his bladder was uncomfortably full. Without much thought, he quietly got up. Seeing the young woman about to leave, he realized she was also intending to use the facilities early in the morning.

Though the suite in this era's hotel typically had an attached bathroom, the one Lynn and the others were staying in was evidently the most rudimentary single room, requiring them to go to the public restroom at the end of the corridor for convenience. They had visited it once before bedtime the previous night, finding it relatively basic and with water and power cut off, making it inconvenient to use. But with no other options available early in the morning, they had to make do. Quickly getting dressed and grabbing his shotgun loaded with four shells, Lynn quietly opened the door and went out.

Despite many buildings in the city of Königsberg being destroyed in enemy air raids, finding a place to take shelter wasn't too difficult. Consequently, there was no one sleeping on the corridors here. The carpets had been nearly picked clean by the temporary guests, leaving the gray cement floor looking particularly cold. With every step of his boots, they made a dull thudding sound.

At the entrance of the public restroom, Lynn intended to cough lightly to avoid startling the woman with his own noise. However, at that moment, the distinct sound of water rushing from the female side was clearly audible from inside.

Embarrassment washed over him, but it was inevitable that his heart would start racing.

Entering the men's side, Lynn unfastened his belt and unzipped. As the powerful stream of water hit the basin, Lynn aimed for the hole, intentionally making it produce a loud gushing sound.

It was said that this was also a manifestation of male strength.

After about half a minute, the stream ceased, and Lynn felt relaxed. He holstered his weapon and tidied his hair slightly in front of the broken mirror. After a day's rest, the stubble had grown thicker, but having rested for a night, he felt much better overall - being young was being young, not only did his physical strength recover quickly, but his hormones were also quite vigorous!

Exiting the public restroom, Lynn didn't immediately return to the room, instead, he stood aside waiting silently.

Glancing at his new wristwatch, it was still not yet six o'clock.

Two minutes later, the woman emerged from the restroom, her tousled hair now neatly combed. Without having the chance to put on a shawl, Lynn approached her.

"Alice?" he called softly.

The woman paused, showing a hint of embarrassment but no clear surprise.

"Alice!" Lynn called out again, opening his arms to embrace her.

The woman offered no resistance, which led Lynn to define last night's small actions as ambiguous.

"Alice!"

After the third soft call, their lips met, and the chilly morning swiftly turned into a scorching noon.

Lynn's strong hands still firmly held her slender back, while her delicate hands lightly circled his waist.

In this position, Lynn's desires were fully ignited. After a deep kiss, he led the woman back towards the corner staircase, which led to the rooftop.

The woman didn't refuse, nor did she open her eyes, allowing Lynn to take her wherever he wanted.

When he went to the restroom last night, Lynn took the opportunity to observe the surroundings. His original intention was to choose the correct escape route in case of an accident, but he hadn't expected it to come in handy in this situation.

Entering the staircase passage, the temperature noticeably dropped, and the windy rooftop was clearly not suitable for a tryst. Without drawing attention, Lynn glanced around a few times and noticed that between two floors, there was a step that was slightly larger than the others, with one side of the handrail snug against the wall, eliminating the risk of excessive force.

Face-to-face hugs while descending the stairs would be too difficult. Considering that this was already their second passionate encounter, Lynn confidently paused the embrace, leading the woman down the stairs instead. He positioned her against the wall on the slightly larger step, with his left arm around her waist pulling her close, and his right arm behind her back, facing each other at a different angle as their lips met once again.