Sophie Sullivan closed her eyes, pretending to be dead.
The man's fingertips, slightly calloused, pinched her maliciously. "Talk."
"Thomas Shannon, can you shut up and let me sleep?"
Thomas Shannon frowned. "Is this how you sleep?"
"What else? Should I do the splits?"
Thomas Shannon: "..."
After a long time, Thomas Shannon withdrew his hand, his magnetic voice tinged with anger. "If you want to sleep on the floor, just say so. I'll fulfill your wish!"
Sophie Sullivan took a deep breath. He was so demanding!
Reluctantly, she moved her body, which she had painstakingly kept far from him, back closer.
Thomas Shannon scooped her soft body into his embrace with one hand. "Behave, or you'll bear the consequences."
Sophie Sullivan had wanted to swallow her anger and just endure it, but his hands were restless. Could she sleep properly with him holding her like this?
