Like a conditioned reflex, he opened his eyes, "Hmm."
Such a good boy.
People who are usually too calm and self-restrained can be very fatal when they are good just once.
Rae Bennett's little heart was so soft it was mushy, "Go sleep in the bed."
Wyatt sat up from the sofa bewilderedly, took a few seconds to react, walked to the bed on his own, flipped back the covers, and slept on the left side.
Rae Bennett went to the bathroom to get a wet towel and wiped his face for him. He must be really tired, letting her do as she wished without opening his eyes throughout the whole process.
Wasn't he afraid that she would do something to him? To be so unguarded against her, without a hint of vigilance.
She leaned over his pillow, "Wyatt."
He kept his eyes closed, not waking up, but his subconscious was still there, "Hmm..."
His voice was low and sexy.
It wasn't any sweet, cheesy love talk—just one word.
