Garry stared at his arms with a strange look in his eyes. She was clinging to him like a drowning person holding the last straw.
"Ana! Let go!" he warned but nothing. She was sleeping so soundly as if it meant nothing.
But her little harmless intimacy was not only keeping him awake but hard.
He cursed. He had come here to tease her not to be tormented. The tent in his undergarment would kill him.
He gritted his teeth as he pushed her leg away but she held his thighs again. She wrapped her thighs around his and leaned closer to the limit that her breath started to scratch his bare chest.
His hands started to itch when he closed his eyes but it was tormenting. He felt that natural actions like breathing had become difficult.
"Ana!" he grumbled when the girl spoke some gibberish in her sleep and rubbed her head on his chest like a cat.
