Lorraine Hughes propped her hands on Nathan Bolton, lifted her head, her almond eyes blinking as if speaking to herself, "Then what?"
Nathan Bolton: "..."
He's never been tormented like this.
The fire was burning hotter and hotter, yet she stayed still and asked him what to do next!
Nathan Bolton gently coaxed her, "Come down first, I'll teach you, okay?"
"I want to be on top."
Boom—
Belle's soft, cute voice washed away Nathan Bolton's last shred of reason; he no longer wanted to be a man.
"Be good, come down."
"I won't." Lorraine Hughes leaned over again, tightly hugging him, refusing to let go.
Lorraine Hughes buried her head against his neck, rubbing back and forth, occasionally mumbling, then becoming very quiet.
Nathan Bolton's hand landed on her back, patting gently.
"Belle, if you keep doing this, I won't be able to hold back."
"Why aren't you talking?"
"Belle?"
A steady breathing sound emerged next to his ear.
Nathan Bolton: "..."
Fell asleep?
