You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Joyce mentally lamented that right now she was only wrapped in a bath towel, with nothing underneath.

And with him holding her like that, she couldn't even imagine what the consequences would be.

“If you want to sleep, why don't you go home and sleep? Isn't your bed at home more comfortable than this one?" She scolded in a low voice. “It's not good to sleep alone. Don't talk, I'm tired, let me sleep.” sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The sturdy body, radiating a temperature that seemed to set her on fire completely.

"What does it matter to me if you sleep well or not. If you don't leave now, I'll call the police.” She went hard to get rid of his confining palm. Suddenly, his big palm loosened, but not to release her, but to fumble along the bath towel on her body.

"What is this thing, it's so in the way." He jerked hard and pulled out the bath towel wrapped around her body directly, and threw it on the ground casually, "Well, it's much more comfortable now. You call the police, the police will care about the affairs between husband and wife? How about you call Karl?"

After saying that, his hot body pressed even closer to her, looking for a position that made him extremely comfortable, and went back to sleep. How dare him ask her to call Karl? She was almost out of breath!

Now, she was naked. Although he was wearing clothes, with such zero- distance contact, her cheeks burned all the way to the ears, heart thumping.

dared to push him back, but now she was at a loss for words and did not even dare

were in places they shouldn't

dare to sleep. “Let me get

"Don't."

me and at least let me go put on

was thinking, he adjusted his sleeping position and took

I won't touch you tonight. Besides, if I really wanted to, what difference does it make what you wear or don't wear?" Joyce

He coaxed

of his even

he was indeed extremely tired and exhausted and fell asleep so quickly. However, although he fell asleep, the arm that confined her did not

came over her, exhausted, she could not afford

drifted off to sleep

the sun

room, the red-golden morning sun shone through the cracks in the curtains and on

was the first to wake