That was the scent of a man.
This little thing actually has the scent of another man on her!
Sebastian Yansford's.
His heart ached, and he held her tightly with his big hand, wanting to punish her, but because of the two little buns, he couldn't do anything to her, so he just held her.
Eva Nightingale slept exceptionally well.
The magnetic male hormones spread in her nostrils, giving a strong sense of security.
The first light of dawn was appearing in the horizon.
Lucas Knight glanced out the window, then withdrew his gaze. He hadn't slept all night, holding her close and pecking her lightly.
Because he had entered through the window last night.
So, he planned to leave soon.
At this moment, Eva was still sleeping comfortably, holding onto his firm waist, unwilling to let go. A sense of ambiguity filled the room; she just felt that this pillow was a bit different and particularly comfortable to sleep on.
Even... it had his scent.
