Tara Summer remained silent, her delicate brows still slightly furrowed, her watery eyes expressing worry.
The man wrapped his arm around her waist, his fingers gently caressing her slender waist: "Alright, since you're worried, shouldn't you 'comfort' me a little bit now?"
The deliberate emphasis on the word "comfort" made Tara Summer's cheeks flush. She laughed and playfully punched him on the shoulder before quickly getting up from beside him.
She had already showered, so she lifted the covers and got into bed, closing her eyes immediately, completely ignoring the man.
Liam Yancey smirked, taking large strides to the bedside; he bent down and unexpectedly stole a kiss on her lips. Just as Tara Summer was about to push him away, he withdrew and turned to head to the bathroom.
