Struggling to breathe, Amelia Lockhart reached out and unceremoniously smacked the person before her.
"Get away, I can't breathe," Amelia Lockhart grumbled in annoyance, pushing him a little farther away.
Exasperated but amused, Ethan Quinn released her. He licked his lower lip, savoring the memory. His voice was low and hoarse when he spoke. "So, does that mean you'll be my girlfriend?"
"What's in it for me?"
Ethan Quinn's voice was laced with temptation. "You'll get lots of delicious food."
Amelia Lockhart gazed drowsily at the man before her. Hearing his words, she broke into another smile. "Alright, I agree!"
Amelia Lockhart had a wonderful sleep.
In her dream, she slept on a bed made of cinderwood leaves. It was cool and wonderfully comfortable.
Amelia Lockhart rubbed her cheek against the cinderwood leaves. Their fine, silky texture seemed to chase away the heat, and the comfortable feeling made it impossible to let go.
