The summer night in the mountain was unusually quiet.
The rain outside seemed to have stopped, and the occasional croaking of frogs from the pond added a touch of tranquility to the night.
The bed was too narrow, with two people squeezed together, sleeping a bit cramped, their bodies pressed against each other.
Maybe because the bed was too hard, Adrian Walyon found it a bit hard to fall asleep.
He kept turning over, shifting multiple times.
Summer Sutton could imagine that, having grown up in a privileged environment, it was probably his first time experiencing such hardship tonight.
Watching his back for a while, afraid he was too warm, Summer Sutton raised her hand to fan him slightly.
The gesture made Adrian Walyon pause for a moment.
He caught her wrist, pressed it by his side, turned over, and gently kissed her lips.
His kisses were tender and soft, like spring rain, placing gentle pecks on her lips, then moving to her eyelids, forehead, and the center of her brow.
