Joshua Sulliven's eyes were tinged with a faint shade of blood, and at this moment, he didn't want to think about anything; he only knew that he desired that woman!
Moans and heavy breathing echoed throughout the empty room, the dim light smeared with an indefinable, ambiguous warmth. The intense atmosphere ignited the night, leaving only the silver moonlight filtering through the curtains to scatter on the ground, gentle as water.
Early the next morning, at a little past seven o'clock, Joshua Sulliven had already woken up.
Upon waking, he noticed the delicate body in his arms and couldn't help but stare slightly stunned at Keira Leaf's cheeks for a while, somewhat dazed.
Turns out, he had been dreaming again.
Joshua Sulliven closed his eyes again in self-mockery, but when he opened them once more, she was still lying quietly in his arms.
His slender fingers gently touched her eyes, and only then did he realize this was not a dream after all.
