Isabella Weaver's face turned red all of a sudden, but it was so dim now that no one knew she was shy, so she felt not the least bit uncomfortable.
Her face rested against Harry Hunter's chest, clearly feeling his heartbeat and firm chest muscles.
His embrace gave her an indescribable sense of security.
Harry Hunter held her tightly, kissing her hair and asking, "Why did you stop touching? Unsatisfied?"
Of course not!
Isabella Weaver gently shook her head.
She was just a little embarrassed.
Harry Hunter had a really good physique, with smooth muscle lines, but he didn't look overly bulky. You couldn't tell when he wore a suit, but once he took it off, it revealed the sexy side of a man.
She wrapped her arms around Harry Hunter's waist, actively hugging him tightly, and leaned all her weight on him contentedly, whispering, "I think it's fine now."
