Chương 17: Chapter 17

The long week and the heat of the fire make my eyelids heavy, and I burrow deeper into Viggo’s body. He brushes his thumb over mine. Rubs his cheek against the top of my head, and now and then he lets out a contented sigh.

The relaxed atmosphere liquefies my bones, and I melt into Viggo’s arms as my eyelids lose the battle and fall closed. I can’t help yawning.

“Tired?” he asks.

I nod. “It was a long week.”

“Wanna go to sleep?”

I squeeze his hand. “I don’t want to leave this couch, ever.”

“Sit up for a moment.”

I force my body to move and lean forward. Viggo grabs the back cushions and stacks them neatly on the floor. Then he grabs a huge blanket and lies on the couch, his body pressed against the back, patting the cushion in front of him. I cuddle against his front, my ass nestled in his groin, my head resting on his extended arm. He pulls the blanket over us, then winds his arm around my waist, burying his nose in the back of my neck.