"Don't worry, I won't touch you. Even though I want you, I know how to control myself." He patted her head through the blanket and said softly, "Come out."
The voice was so gentle, yet it was so heart-wrenching. Each word felt like a steel needle piercing into Valentine Teller's heart.
Valentine Tugged the blanket down a bit, revealing her eyes, and stared fixedly at Mark Reed.
His eyes, bright as the stars, sparkled with a gleam. He tilted his body sideways and naturally lay down beside Valentine Teller.
The bed was small, and with him lying there, he took up a lot of space. Valentine Teller shrank into the corner, afraid to move, unable to understand what he intended to do.
She kicked him with her foot and timidly said, "You should leave, my colleague will be back soon."
"I'm tired, don't want to move."
He closed his eyes and relaxed completely next to her. Only she could give him this feeling, so he didn't want to leave so soon, comfortably taking up space on her bed.
