Nancy Hughes wanted to refuse. She thought she was fine sleeping where she was. Besides, she slept soundly and wouldn't toss and turn all night.
However, Dylan Heston gave her no chance to refuse, forcefully yanking away her blanket and pulling her into his embrace, quilt and all.
Nancy's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest. She softly called his name, "Dylan Heston."
"Hm?"
'Can you please let me go? Can't we just sleep on our own sides? Please?'
Nancy didn't have the courage to say it out loud. She looked at Dylan Heston with a woeful expression and grabbed his arm in a panic. "Dylan, I'm scared. I'm not ready yet."
A man and a woman, alone in the same bed—it would be hard for something not to happen.
Besides, she and Dylan Heston were a normal couple, and he was a normal man.
It was normal for a man to have physical needs, but she was genuinely afraid.
Nancy's voice became incredibly soft, almost pleading with him.
