Dylan Collins would believe her? As if.
Soon, Hallie Morgan entered the room and saw the bed... their bed...
Given their previous intimacy, an innocent sleeping arrangement suddenly held a certain discomfort.
Hallie stood there, dazed. Then, she heard Dylan's voice from behind her.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Dylan came in, wearing a silky sleep robe in light yellow, fluidly draped over his body. A delicate ribbon tied at the waist. The exposed chest muscles and collarbone were striking...
Her eyes fixated on it instantly.
Although she knew this man had a great figure, she now truly realized something within her seemed to be awakening.
Feeling free to roam on his body felt fantastic.
During ordinary times she wouldn't dare, but she enjoyed it immensely when she finally gave into temptation that one night.
She regretted it deeply upon waking, but upon seeing Dylan again, those memories flooded back.
She hurriedly averted her gaze.
