The man helplessly told several stories.
Until half-past nine, Raleigh finally fell asleep in a daze...
Crossley lay on the other side of the bed, perhaps because the man's voice was so pleasant. In a haze, her eyelids felt heavy, and before the child fell asleep, she too drifted into slumber.
She slept soundly until she felt surrounded by a powerful presence and half-opened her eyes.
Crossley was still lying on the bed. She turned her head, seeing Ose Owen's long arms resting on either side of her body, slowly lowering himself, the man's chest pressed against her back.
Even through the thin fabric, she could feel the hardness and warmth of his body, the robust and strong muscles making her blush.
"Raleigh's asleep?" She shifted a bit, feeling overwhelmed by the suggestive and repressing atmosphere, trying to get up.
