James Black was caught in the act by Jane Sampson, and as he looked down at the small head burrowing tirelessly in his arms, as if determined to create a hole, he couldn't help but curve his lips upward and patted the dark-haired little head with his hand.
"I'm going." He paused, then clarified a bit more, "I'm going alone."
Felling the person in his arms freeze their movements, James Black's laughter became even more pronounced, "Or do you want me to stay in bed with you and sleep a bit longer?"
"..." Jane Sampson's heart was filled with ten thousand capital letters spelling EMBARRASSMENT.
After a while of silence, Jane Sampson pushed the man beside her.
What was more embarrassing was.
Well, she couldn't move him.
His hands had somehow tightly encircled her waist at some point.
"Just do what you want to do, don't mind me." Jane Sampson said to James Black with an expression of utmost consideration.
