Kaitlyn Webb no longer hesitated and lay on his back. Morgan Benson then stood up and carried her upstairs.
The stairway was very quiet, and the only sound was the man's steady footsteps. Kaitlyn hugged his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder, turning her head to look at the man's profile.
Under the dim light, the man's features were defined and handsome. Especially up close, he was flawless.
Kaitlyn's heart raced, her cheeks slightly warm. She tightened her grip around his neck, barely daring to breathe deeply.
As she stared intently, Morgan suddenly turned his head and saw her staring in a daze. Rarely, he lifted a charming smile.
"Do you like what you see?" he chuckled, recalling how in their youth, she would gaze at him just like this, constantly telling him, "Brother Morgan, you are so handsome!"
That was why he asked.
