Feeling Lucas Walker's hand reach for her bath towel, Ivana Bennett finally couldn't restrain herself and grabbed his hand.
"Can we do it tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?" Lucas Walker frowned slightly, not understanding her meaning.
"Yeah, tomorrow. Can you let me rest just one more day...? It's just one day, okay?" Ivana turned over in his arms, pinching the inside of her thigh forcefully, feeling the heat welling up in her eyes. She sniffled and looked up at him with a pitiable face, "I haven't fully recovered yet, I can't...you know, wait for me to rest for one more day. Tomorrow night, I...I promise to satisfy you!"
Anyway, if she could get through that night, she would worry about tomorrow when it came.
In the room, only a small night light was on.
After Ivana finished speaking, Lucas Walker finally realized that she was worried about him doing something to her.
Under the light, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, looking too vulnerable to resist.
