Nicholas Croft's peacefully sleeping face enters her vision.
His eyes tightly shut, thin lips slightly pursed, and fine eyelashes casting a neat shadow under his eyes.
Beatrice Hargrave sighed silently; what should she do, this man truly becomes more charming as he ages, even in his sleep, he's so pleasing to look at.
Her fingertips once again poked Nicholas Croft's chest; he furrowed his brows slightly, grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, tightening the arm around her waist—a subconscious action that brought their bodies closer.
At this moment, Beatrice Hargrave realized belatedly that they both were almost completely exposed.
Nicholas Croft was only wearing boxer shorts, and she herself only had on a pink bra and panties!
Her brain was buzzing as if something exploded; taking advantage of Nicholas Croft still being asleep, Beatrice carefully withdrew her hand and cautiously slipped away from his embrace.
