Kendrick knew that beneath this thin layer of silk was Annabelle's soft and graceful body.
He was a man, not a saint, and he would also have impure thoughts, especially when she lay there defenselessly in front of him, sound asleep.
But usually she was as cautious around him as she would be around a thief, yet now he was suddenly sitting by the bed and she could still fall asleep.
Did she trust him too much?
Or perhaps, in Annabelle's heart, she had already accepted him long ago?
Kendrick slightly bent down, his palm caressing her cheek, and whispered, "Anna, if you don't get up soon, I'll wake you up in a different way. Want to give it a try?"
The little woman sniffed and turned her back.
Kendrick lowered his head and kissed her on the back of her neck.
Annabelle suddenly opened h
