After a few drowsy yawns, she fell asleep. In her half-asleep, half-awake state of mind, Brianna felt a warm hand stroking her hair. Subconsciously, she turned around, intending to move close to the warm body next to her. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up, her arms put around one's shoulders, and naturally, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Scott?" Brianna said uncertainty, too sleepy to open her eyes.
Scott made no reply and carried her upstairs.
She struggled a bit, but he held her tighter. So she surrendered and rested her head on his shoulder. "Thanks." She said gently.
"I just don't like the sight of you in the garden, spoiling my view." He said indifferently.
Brianna heaved a quiet sigh and said nothing. He put her on her bed and left.
