He tossed her back onto the bed, leaning over her with an imposing posture. "If you still have this much energy left, I don't mind trying a few other games with you!"
A wise person knows when to yield. Evelyn immediately laid flat, pulled the duvet over her head, and feigned instant sleep!
Satisfied, Michael switched off the bedside lamp, pulled the bundle of duvet and woman into his arms, and closed his eyes.
Less than ten minutes later, Evelyn was sound asleep. But the man beside her had to get up, head into the bathroom, and take another long, icy shower.
He was truly asking for self-torture; knowing he couldn't touch her, yet taking immense pleasure in holding her close all night.
Because of the upcoming barista competition, Evelyn woke up early the next morning.
Still wrapped tightly in his embrace, Michael was fast asleep. She turned her head slightly to look at his sleeping face, observing him closely.
