Leah was pulled onto his lap, her hips involuntarily shifting slightly, not wanting to pressure his legs. Now that he finally had some sensation in them, she didn't want to harm him.
"Stop fooling around, we have a flight to catch tomorrow," Leah said with a smile, not understanding why he was suddenly so clingy.
Richard Shaw wrapped his steel-like arms around her slender waist, holding her tightly in his embrace, feeling her soft body, her faint breaths, and her familiar scent.
She was his, she was right there in his arms, not anywhere else. Those years of suppressing his feelings had reached an extreme, fooling everyone, including himself. He didn't want to suppress them anymore.
The man held her silently.
Leah reached out and touched his forehead, softly asking, "What's going on, hmm?"
"Nothing, just felt like holding you," the man said in a low, hoarse voice.
Leah had no choice but to chat with him; in the end, they didn't even pack their luggage and drowsily fell asleep.
