On a lazy weekend, William Griffith was still fast asleep while Cherish Turner was already awake. After preparing breakfast, she went to the bedroom and gently woke him up. Having slept soundly, he was easily woken by her call. Feeling empty in his embrace, he reflexively reached his arm out and hooked it around her neck, pulling her into his arms.
"Ah!" Cherish couldn't help but let out a soft cry, finding herself being tightly embraced in the blink of an eye.
William, bare-chested, warmed her up with his body heat. Worried that he might catch a cold, she hurriedly said, "William, don't hug me, I'm cold."
"Perfect, I'm warm," he murmured with his eyes still closed.
Cherish felt helpless and looked up at him. From this angle, his black eyelashes densely covered his eyelids, casting a shadow over his eyes. She couldn't help but reach out with her fingers, lightly touching his lashes.
Such long lashes he has.
