At first, when she came back, she was so scared that she couldn't sleep.
Later, she took some mild sedatives which helped her fall asleep, but she would always wake up from nightmares.
Trenton thought perhaps he should make time to take her to see a psychologist.
"I'm alright. Just like that." She replied casually, not seeming to care too much about it.
Norris was sitting in his arms, wearing thin clothes, her fair neck revealing traces from last night's love session. The marks trailed from behind her ear to her back, disappearing underneath her clothes. He raised his fingers to stroke the tender skin on her nape, the delicate sensation under his fingertips made his heart race.
Norris looked at the shimmering light in his eyes and lazily smiled, "President Smith, we're on the couch now, don't go too wild."
Her laugh was sweet and alluring. Trenton lifted his hand and pressed her face towards his, capturing her soft lips.
