Daxton Lancaster was asleep, sleeping soundly, even snoring.
Violet Zimmerman, however, was suffering from insomnia, without a trace of sleepiness. Her mind kept replaying Daxton Lancaster's sigh, Violet… your body is so soft…
The drunken man was gently rubbing against her, using that part of his existence that was low in presence.
Violet Zimmerman found it odd too; he had been rubbing for so long without any change. Normally, even a child would react if lightly teased.
But Daxton Lancaster…
Later, he fell asleep, draped over her, murmuring "Love you" in his dreams.
Upon hearing that, Violet Zimmerman suddenly felt a sense of betrayal. Not only had she had an encounter with her little uncle, but they had watched a movie together.
The most frustrating part was being misunderstood…
"Violet,"
With a murmur, Daxton Lancaster reached his arm over, and Violet Zimmerman hurriedly shrank into the quilt, letting his arm rest on her.
