Summer Thorne hadn't thought she'd be able to sleep. But perhaps it was because she was sick and had gotten a shot, or perhaps it was because he was holding her so close, she gradually grew drowsy and slowly closed her eyes.
A long while later, Timothy York finally shifted slightly.
He gazed at the woman in his arms and gently pressed a kiss to her lips.
Her body was still warm to the touch, and a certain desire began to grow wildly within him.
'In the end, he could only force himself to suppress it, to push it all down...'
...
The next morning, Summer Thorne and Timothy York woke up at almost the same time.
She had only slept for a few hours, but for Summer Thorne, it seemed to be enough.
She felt she must have broken a sweat in her sleep again, and her skin was now sticky and uncomfortable. She threw back the covers, got up, and said to Timothy York, "Can I use the bathroom first?"
"Sure."
