"Please..." Suzanne closed her eyes, still holding the man tightly in her arms, hugging him tightly around the neck. "Don't go..."
Her hands stayed that tight for more than ten seconds before she was suddenly pulled into the man's slightly cold embrace.
Suzanne quickly shrank into his arms, mumbling, "My stomach hurts."
Mason King looked down at the woman who seemed to have shed her usual strong armor in her dreams, vulnerable and helpless. Hearing her words in her sleep, he first thought she had a stomach ache from catching a cold. He reached under the covers and touched her slightly cold belly.
The warmth seemed to be endless in the man's palm, and Suzanne subconsciously burrowed deeper into his arms, her stomach pressing against his palm as if afraid he would suddenly take his hand away.
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