All of Dylan Wellington's restlessness was soothed in that instant.
His seductive, deep eyes slightly lifted as he looked at the two figures, one big and one small, asleep on and beside the bed.
A sense of unprecedented tranquility settled within him.
Skye Brown—
This was a woman he hadn't noticed before last night.
Even after last night, he had only regarded her as a 'good medicine'.
But now, Dylan's brow, with its slightly raised arc, furrowed…
Perhaps, she's not just a woman who could cheer him up in bed.
...
*
The soft bed almost seemed to swallow Skye Brown's body whole.
Skye felt warm and comfortable, as if enveloped by countless clouds.
From head to toe, every strand of her body hair seemed bathed in warm sunlight, making her feel entirely cozy and even tempting her to sigh with contentment.
The palm of her right hand seemed to be clutching something with a soft, fluffy texture, like cotton candy, squishy and elastic.
