Cherish Turner carefully got up, trying to crawl out of the bed, but a strong hand wrapped around her waist.
William Griffith was still asleep, but his hand had not let go of Cherish at all. Last night, he held her like this as they fell asleep; it was such a satisfying and luxurious feeling, but it also made him scared of losing her if he didn't hold on tightly. So, he held her close all night.
Cherish frowned, delicately lifting his arm, and then...
"Hmm..." The arm's owner let out a muffled hum and furrowed his brows as if he was going to wake up. Cherish didn't dare to breathe, she immediately laid back down and continued to snuggle in William's arms, afraid of waking him up.
Actually, being wrapped in his warmth was quite comfortable, and there was a unique masculine fragrance on this man's body, very pleasant to her nose.
Her ostrich-like act was adorable to the extreme.
