He never stayed overnight here.
The squeaking and clattering sounds finally faded, and the night became quiet and heavy. As the man stood up, there was a soft rustling sound of fabric brushing together.
Kelsey suddenly acted on impulse and grabbed his wrist, her eyes landing on the scars on his back. "Can you stay tonight?"
Rhett paused in his movements, but didn't turn around. The muscles on his back were basically perfect, and he started buttoning up his expensive shirt.
Kelsey started feeling nervous. Her fingers slowly clenched tighter, making the already wrinkled bedsheet even more messed up. She held her breath, like she was waiting for him to say something.
After a while, she finally heard him say, "Okay."
Kelsey let out a soft sigh of relief, her eyes getting a little misty. The man in front of her turned around. He was tall, good-looking, with those deep eyes that seemed to have galaxies inside them.
