He said this, but his hand reached into the covers, touching her still flat belly.
Grace's body slightly trembled, but she didn't move, knowing he was also sensing the little life in her womb, letting his palm rest on her stomach.
The man's movements were gentle, his fingers warm and fiery, discernible even through her pajamas. Clearly, the atmosphere was ambiguous at that moment, yet she felt at ease, and sleepiness crept up unconsciously.
However, just as she closed her eyes, she felt the man's body pressing closer, the burning hot body temperature making her open her eyes.
"..." She stared at him blankly, her eyes bewildered, and the man didn't embrace her, his palm still lightly caressing her belly.
In an instant, the air heated up. Grace wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say, just lying there.
Perhaps she was too quiet, so the man took it as her consent and moved even closer, his muscular body almost glued to hers.
