"Put on your clothes." He propped up the girl in his arms who was as soft as water, then reached out for her jacket nearby.
But Hannah seemed purposely pitted against Arnold, taking off the clothes that he had just put on her.
Arnold went to pick up the clothes again, allowing Hannah to seize the moment and crawl to the head of the bed.
Her movements were slow, and Arnold watched with interest before leisurely reaching out.
In an instance, he caught hold of her delicate ankle and gave a gentle tug towards him.
Hannah quickly clutched the blankets beneath her.
By the time she had gathered them into a bundle and hugged them, she had fallen back into his embrace again.
Arnold tightly held the girl in his arms, "Put on your clothes."
Hannah, panting and resolute, replied, "No."
Arnold: "Are you sure?"
In his slow and quiet question, Hannah heard a dangerous implication.
