He held Amelia Clarke in his arms without any inappropriate moves.
With the soft, steady breathing by her ear and the faint light coming through the curtain cracks, she could see Owen Moreland's lightly closed eyes.
A heart that had been hanging, slowly settled down.
Suddenly, she thought of the time they returned from T City to Capital City. In the hotel, he had also held her like this through the night, and nothing had happened.
She quietly exhaled. Perhaps she had worried too much.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
Groggily, Amelia felt a sudden weight on her and, opening her eyes, discovered the man pressing down on her.
Startled, she instinctively pushed with her hands, opened her mouth to question, but before she could speak, she was silenced by a kiss, the mature man's flavor overwhelming her.
Amelia Clarke: "..."Sure enough, she had let her guard down too soon.
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