She was never still in bed, always restless and handsy. She'd poke here and touch there, and Henry Lester had to tense every nerve in his body to keep himself from devouring her whole.
Just when he thought she'd finally fallen asleep, her limbs would wrap around him like an octopus. The soft, fragrant body in his arms was truly testing Henry Lester's self-control.
"Henry Lester, I actually know who had me kidnapped." Yara Quillan snuggled deeper into Henry Lester's embrace, found a comfortable position, and wrapped herself around him, her muttering clearly just sleep-talking.
Henry Lester gave the face of the girl in his arms a doting yet helpless pinch and pulled her closer. 'She's such a smart little thing, so why can't she see how I feel about her?'
「The next day.」 The weather was bright and clear. Henry Lester prepared breakfast for Yara Quillan, left a sticky note by the bed, and headed out.
