The streetlights cast a hazy glow, gradually receding as the car moved...
Rachel, nestled in Kingsly's embrace, closed her eyes, feeling a bit sleepy.
In the quiet of the night, being alone with him in the serene car, leaning against his chest, feeling his strong arms around her, and smelling his pleasant masculine scent mixed with a faint hint of alcohol was something she had always longed for.
Unable to resist, she hugged him tighter, snuggling against him like a little cat.
Kingsly seemed to be deep in thought, interrupted by her movement. He looked down at her, her adorable, sleepy expression making him smile faintly. He pressed his forehead against hers affectionately and asked, "Are you not comfortable sleeping?"
Rachel shook her head, burrowing deeper into his chest. The drowsiness made her mumble, "I just like sleeping like this, holding you."
Kingsly smiled and tightened his hold on her. "Then sleep like this... I'll wake you when we get home."
"Okay."
