Savannah curled up on the sofa, like a kitten. Her red, pouty lips were parted slightly, and her shiny, brown hair was a glorious mess.
Dylan's breath was shallow. He picked her up, walking upstairs.
After putting her on the bed, he took a shower and changed into a white robe.
When he came out, the little cat was still in a deep sleep. She unconsciously wrapped herself in his white blanket.
She must be tired after waiting for him for so long.
It seemed that she wouldn't be awakened even by the roar of thunder.
He walked over to tuck her up. His eyes softened, and he ran his thumb across her lip. The touching made his blood sear in his veins. He quickly laid down beside her, and his hands slipped into the blanket, trailing up from her hip to her waist and up to her breast. He gazed down at her, his expression unreadable, and gently cupped her breast.
Deep in her throat, Dylan heard a faint distressed groan.
