His cold lips fell on her warm neck, and Daisy Ginger suddenly opened her eyes, seeing the man's eyes in the darkness that were much brighter than during the day.
It's only at such times that his deep eyes shine astonishingly.
She felt somewhat disdainful.
"Go take a shower yourself."
Edward Stephens hugged her, rubbing against her neck, "I already did. It didn't help."
He was cold, indeed, he had taken a cold shower.
Where was this anger coming from, did this guy take some drug?
Perhaps her disgust was too obvious, and while he was unbuttoning her pajamas, he couldn't help but laugh.
"You clearly like it too... you can't fool me."
Daisy's face flushed red, very conspicuous even in the dim light and shadow.
A bit furious and ashamed, she pushed him away, trying to get out of the covers.
The man chuckled softly as he pulled her back, coaxing her, "Just once, okay? Daisy, don't refuse me..."
His tender, low voice wrapped her into a whirlpool.
