She really doesn't see him as a man anymore, and when she sleeps, her legs kick haphazardly under the sheets. Maybe she felt a bit hot and stretched them out, letting them rest outside the quilt.
She's wearing his shirt, both thin and short, perfectly showcasing her delicate curves.
Summer Sutton seems completely unaware of the danger of her sleeping posture, lying on the bed for less than two minutes before almost falling asleep. Suddenly, one end of the bed sank, as if something had pressed onto her body.
Summer furrowed her delicate brows and opened her eyes.
Watt Bennet was pressing down on her, holding her firmly. His slender hands gripped her pointed chin tightly, pressing her hard against him, "Don't challenge a man's limits of patience!"
Fiercely, he warned by her ear, "Doing this thing isn't just about your legs. You provoke me, do you believe that I could make sure you don't leave this place for a few days?"
