In this way, Irish soon woke up, and she turned into his arms and looked up at him, whose eyes were still closed. She felt warm and held his waist, then buried herself into his arms completely.
There were no obstacles between them, what a good life it was!
The explicit encounter in the car the night before made her exhausted but enhanced her love for him. She took a deep breath to inhale his smell but soon felt a little bit sore. She didn't know when she started to care if he belonged to her and when she began to be afraid of losing him.
Pressing his chest and hearing the steady heartbeat, she had to admit that she couldn't control her deep fondness for him.
She loved him so much.
The woman in his arms was like a small cat that tickled him. When he felt that she was curling near his chest, he embraced her into his arms directly and let her lay on his arm, with his other hand holding her waist.
