She slipped off his light blue short-sleeved shirt, covered him with a thin blanket, and then Mia Foster headed towards the bathroom.
After taking a shower, when she returned and got into bed, she turned off the lamp beside the bed. Just as she pulled up the thin blanket and lay down, the man asleep in the bed turned over and tightly embraced her.
In summer, the fabric of the pajamas is very thin, and Felix Shaw was wearing only boxer briefs, making it so that their bodies were nearly skin-to-skin.
Mia Foster felt a bit stiff, yet when Felix’s handsome face nestled into her neck and a trembling breath sounded, she wrapped her arms around him and gently patted his back.
"Felix, I will always stand by your side."
She knew he was awake. He had cooperated earlier when she helped him undress without greeting his mother... It was because he cared too much about face, and moreover, his mother had asked so directly. Being a man with strong pride, he had pretended to be drunk, resorting to an ostrich-like tactic to avoid others’ gazes.
Felix Shaw didn’t respond, his handsome face still buried in Mia Foster’s neck. Just as she thought he had fallen into a deep sleep, she heard him say, "Thank you."
A smile unconsciously formed on her lips; right now, he was like a helpless child. She was his fiancée, thus, she was willing to become his not-so-solid support.
After a good night’s sleep, when she woke up the next day, Felix Shaw was still maintaining the same sleeping posture, his arms wrapped around Mia Foster’s waist, his handsome face turned in her direction, even though still asleep, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
Mia Foster had the habit of waking up early, but at this moment, she stayed in bed due to Felix Shaw’s dependency.
Raising her hand, her fingertips gently caressed Felix’s furrowed brows. Perhaps disturbed in his rest, slightly dissatisfied, Felix groggily caught Mia Foster’s hand and placed it on his chest.
It was a wonderful feeling to have her hand tightly held by Felix Shaw; Mia Foster almost dared not move. Her waist felt a bit uncomfortable and cramped because his arm had been wrapped around her side holding her close all night long.
She slightly shifted, trying to pull her arm from underneath herself, but her waist suddenly tightened, gripped even tighter by the sleeping man.
Unable to sleep and unable to move, Mia Foster could only silently lie there, looking at the sleeping face in front of her, and realized for the first time how peaceful Felix Shaw looked while asleep.
Though his handsome eyebrows were furrowed, his eyelashes were long and straight, densely shadowing over his eyelids.
His nose was straight and prominent, and his lips, thin... were actually very sexy.
Unable to help herself, Mia Foster leaned in softly and kissed his thin lips lightly. Just as she was about to pull back, the sleeping man suddenly turned over and pinned her beneath him.
Kisses, dense and numerous, landed on her eyebrows, nose, and lips... The arm around her waist also tightened as if trying to embed her into his body.
Instinctively, Mia Foster wrapped her arms around Felix Shaw’s neck, and though inexperienced, she actively responded.
Mornings are the most dangerous time for men, but at the moment, Felix Shaw was more so looking for an outlet to vent.
Emotions repressed at the bottom of his heart, he needed to find a way to vent them out to feel a bit better.
The kissing continued, his large hand already impatiently touching somewhere, his warm lips lingering around Mia Foster’s neck. Suddenly, he propped himself up, his eyes bloodshot as he looked at Mia Foster, his voice hoarse and restrained as he asked, "Is it okay..."