Warden woke up late to find June snuggled into his arms, her nightgown barely hanging on her shoulders with patches of kiss marks all over her rosy fair skin. She was sleeping soundly, but even the shot movements he made seemed to alert her. Her long ears perked up, brows wrinkled, as she slowly opened her eyes.
"Morning, Beautiful," he said, and kissed her lips softly.
June blinked a couple of times and rubbed her forehead. "You're a bad man," she said, gritting her teeth.
"What?" Warden shot her an incredulous look.
"You said you won't try anything," she said, heaving. "Then you said I need to help you once... how many times was it again? My arms went stiff with that thing in my palms…"
Warden could only laugh awkwardly.
June snorted and rose from the bed.
"Well, sorry to impose on you," he said, rubbing his nose. "As an apology, I can help you with my hands, or better yet—"
