"Sweetheart, I'm just worried about you getting cold." Yigol Novak lied with his eyes wide open.
In fact, this was the most intimate encounter they've ever had. He had slept holding Suri Drew before, but they were always wearing clothes.
The moment Yigol's skin touched Suri's, his heart involuntarily thumped.
"I'm not cold, stay away from me." Suri struggled to get away from Yigol.
Of course, Yigol wouldn't give her the chance and held her tightly: "Sweetheart, let me warm you up, you're too cold."
"If you keep this up, I'm going to put on clothes." Suri said anxiously.
Finally, Yigol stopped moving, and they maintained their position – not too close but not moving apart either.
Yigol deliberately stayed still, while Suri didn't dare to move. She worried that if she made the slightest movement, he would try some new intimate action.
After four or five minutes, Suri's body stiffened and she shifted slightly. As expected, Yigol took the opportunity to snuggle up closer.
