Just as she closed her eyes, the man lay down beside her and slipped into the covers, holding her tightly.
"You..."
"Don't worry, I won't touch you again!" Ose Owen buried his head in her neck, absorbing the faint fragrance from her body, his lips brushing her skin intentionally or unintentionally.
Crossley stiffened, not moving, and after a long silence, seeing the man being quite well-behaved, she closed her eyes.
But how could either of them sleep while holding each other like this? Moreover, the man's body behind her was getting hotter; after dozens of minutes, she started to feel hot and sweaty.
"Ose..." She shifted her body, intending to turn to face him, but the man pressed his long legs down, stopping her.
"Don't move, just lie there." He closed his eyes, his voice hoarse and magnetically pleasant, like a hand gently grasping at a woman's heartstrings.
Crossley's body trembled slightly, her face flushed as she quickly closed her eyes, not daring to move again...
