“Bennett, are you… okay? I’m sorry.” Yvonne’s cheek rubbed gently against his palm, her voice still hoarse from crying.
“There’s no rush. We can take our time. You’ll get used to me eventually,” Bennett said with a gentle smile, his arm wrapping around her slender waist.
Yvonne knew what he meant by “get used to,” and her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, but she still nodded shyly. “Okay.”
“I can’t sleep. Stay with me a little longer,” Yvonne pleaded, clinging to him.
“You’re deliberately trying to torture me, aren’t you?” Bennett gently pinched her nose, his eyes full of affection.
Bennett lay back down on the bed, holding Yvonne in his arms.
Like a docile kitten, Yvonne snuggled into his embrace and fell into a peaceful sleep.
The next morning, Bennett’s internal clock woke him up on schedule.
He opened his eyes and saw Yvonne still sleeping soundly in his arms, looking as sweet as could be.
Bennett leaned down and placed a light kiss on her forehead. Then, he carefully got out of bed.
He sat on the edge, putting on his shirt. The movement pulled at the wounds on his back.
He had hurt her last night, and in her pain, she had scratched his back all over.
“What a wildcat,” Bennett chuckled. He turned to look at her and saw that she was awake, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.
“Did I wake you?” Bennett reached out and stroked her head.
Yvonne was wearing a thin nightgown, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. She murmured, “Are you leaving so early? Going back to the base?”
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