Thinking of this, Trenton Smith felt a hint of heat rising in his body again. He silently cursed that damned Edward Yeeze in his heart, then turned on the shower again to cool down.
When he had wiped the water droplets from his body and came out of the bathroom, Norris Moore was curled up in bed, already asleep.
Trenton Smith walked over and watched her lying on the bed in her carefree, childlike manner. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful, reached out to pinch Norris's nose, and laughed at the sight of her wrinkling her delicate nose in surprise. His gaze softened at this.
When he lifted the quilt, the cold air entered the bed. Norris shrunk a bit and called out in a daze: "Mr. Smith...?"
"Hmm," Trenton Smith responded, pulling Norris into his arms. He watched as she found a comfortable position in his embrace and snuggled up against his chest before falling asleep again.
Holding her, the flare of desire in his body seemed to gradually fade away.
