Simon Forrester seemed to chuckle, reaching out to press down on the back of Sienna Thornton's neck with force...
Sienna Thornton's face was immediately pressed against his chest.
The scorching breath, through the fine weave holes of the T-shirt, rushed to Sienna Thornton's face and into her nostrils instantly.
She smelled the faint, sunshine-like scent on him.
What a clean smell!
Sienna Thornton temporarily forgot to struggle, only feeling her face burning fiercely, her mind in a daze.
"Are you a fool?" Simon Forrester lowered his eyes to look at the fluffy little head on his chest and chuckled softly, "Get a quilt, cover me..."
"..." Sienna Thornton snapped back to reality, sat upright, and blushed as she walked towards the master bedroom, dragging out the quilt from the bed.
In the end, when she had wrapped Simon Forrester entirely in the blanket, she was already exhausted, sweating profusely, and sat beside him, gasping for breath.
