Hilla's body was cold and Bruce's arm tightened.
They lay on the bed in each other's arms. They were asleep in the quiet room.
It was harmonious and peaceful in the room.
It was not until the afternoon that they woke up. Hilla had slept well since the morning as if there was a warm and thick cloud embracing her. She felt very comfortable.
"My arm is numb because of your head."
Bruce's low voice came from above her head. It was a bit hoarse but sexy.
Hilla rolled to the side obediently. But in the next second, she rolled back. Bruce groaned.
Hilla raised her head and arranged her messy hair. Her big bright eyes were wide open. She looked at Bruce, who was covering his eyes with arms. He was so tired that couldn't open his eyes.
She shouted in surprise, "Bruce, you're back!
"You are really back!
"Am I dreaming? Are you a fake Bruce? Are you kidding me?"
Then Hilla hugged his head and squeezed his face with her hands. "Bruce, you're back."
