"Let go of me..."
David Redington bit behind Leslie Howard's ear, causing her voice to soften instinctively, rendering her unable to push him away.
She never expected David to knock on her door, and even less to appear in her room, holding her and saying he missed her.
Especially when he called her 'Leslie', no matter how much Leslie tried to ignore it, telling herself not to think about it.
But the way the man murmured her name in a deep, magnetic voice caused an uncontrollable warmth to rise in her heart.
"I won't." Instead of letting go, David's large hands brazenly slipped into the cartoon pajamas she was wearing.
Not wearing her 'armor', Leslie Howard was wearing clothes in the room that suited her private preference.
Loose, comfortable cartoon pajamas, just like the little girl she was over four years ago when she first met David, exuding her unique sweet scent.
Leslie couldn't handle David being like this.
