Skyler Jones wrapped his arms around Christine Quinn's slender waist and rasped, "I want to see you every single moment."
"So cheesy."
"But you like it…"
Christine Quinn shyly thumped his chest once. "You must be tired, right? You go to sleep first, I'll tidy up our clothes and then go to bed."
"Just sleep?" Skyler Jones narrowed his eyes with a wicked glint, clearly hinting at something else.
Christine Quinn tugged on Skyler Jones's bathrobe. "You've been on the plane for so long, aren't you tired?"
"Tired."
"I'm not that heavy, but you carried me on your back for such a long way just now, that couldn't have been easy." The pain in Christine Quinn's voice was obvious.
Skyler Jones's lips curled into a pampering smile. "You're not the first woman I wanted to carry on my back, but you're the last woman I'll ever want to carry."
Christine Quinn smiled sweetly, then suddenly frowned. Only then did it sink in, and she asked, "Not the first?"
