"The mat is so thin; next time get a Simmons Hill!" The asphalt road is rock hard, and even lying on it is uncomfortable—let alone for her delicate, flawless skin.
"I won't watch next time." As if a secret had been spied upon, Charlotte Green decisively gave up on this desire.
Because having a desire meant it could be stripped away by him, and rather than wait for him to do so, it was better to give up first.
And getting a Simmons Hill, isn't that a bit too much?
"If you don't watch, I will." He curved his lips into a smile, suddenly wrapped his arms around her from under her armpits, lifting her face to meet his, then dominantly embraced her in front of his chest, quietly gazing at the twilight merging into the darkness around them.
Charlotte Green rested against the sound of his heartbeat and gazed at the fading twilight in the sky with a sense of loss.
What exactly does this make them?
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