On this chilly spring night, he had always preferred the cool and disliked heavy blankets, but he worried she might catch a cold.
His chest was at her back, and his palm rested just below her breasts. If she relaxed her waist even slightly, her chest would inevitably brush against his hand…
Vera Wave struggled to keep her back arched, trying desperately not to press against his chest, all while sucking in her stomach to avoid his hand. This sleeping posture is so exhausting!
My lower back is aching from holding this position! Being a bed-warmer really takes skill!
As warmth gradually enveloped her, fatigue and drowsiness slowly crept up, overwhelming her senses, until she finally succumbed to sleep.
Hearing the young woman's breathing gradually even out, Kris Cooper sighed softly. She's actually fallen asleep, but how could I possibly get any rest?
This soft body in my arms… every slight touch is teasing my nerves.
