'She was truly worried something would happen to Morgan Sinclair.'
Yuri Sinclair returned a moment later in his wheelchair and saw that the woman he knew as Shay had already changed into a beautiful nightgown and was lying in bed.
'What a little tease. She knows perfectly well I can't touch her, yet she still has to dress like this.'
He came to the edge of the bed, sat down, and lay beside her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and gave the small of her back a playful pinch as a little "punishment." "Are you wearing so little just to torture me? You little devil."
"Of course not. These are the clothes you gave me, Your Highness. I just wanted to wear them so they wouldn't go to waste. It'd be such a shame to leave them gathering dust in a box," she said with a playful pout, tapping Yuri Sinclair's chest with her finger.
