Scott stood by the bed, dimming the bedside lamp before sitting down. He didn’t look at her, as if his earlier request was the most natural thing in the world.
Julissa felt like she had been put under a spell. She obediently walked over with the blanket in her arms, placed it on a nearby chair, and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling incredibly restrained.
A sudden realization hit her—wasn’t she just delivering herself straight into the big bad wolf’s den?
Scott, however, didn’t do anything inappropriate. He simply scooted to the other side of the bed, making room for her, then lifted the blanket and patted the mattress.
“Put your legs in.”
“M… Mr. Nichols…” Julissa’s voice trembled as she stared at him, feeling so nervous she could cry.
Wasn’t this just her voluntarily crawling into
