Damian Knight’s breath was hot and damp, hovering over her ear, causing Sumr Monroe to feel a sudden rush of adrenaline.
Unable to resist, she scratched her ear, but when her hand slipped from Damian Knight’s neck, her body leaned backward.
She was out of options, hurriedly reaching out in a frantic motion to hold onto Damian Knight’s neck again.
Damian Knight smiled slightly and said, "Not saying anything ans you agree, Dr. Sumr."
As he spoke, he tightened his hold on Sumr and steadily carried her upstairs.
Sumr was so nervous her palms started to sweat.
In the blink of an eye, she was already placed on the large bed in Damian Knight’s bedroom.
Because it was the master bedroom, the bed was even larger than the one in hers, dressed in white sheets against a dark, intense color sche.
Sumr was gently laid onto the bed by Damian Knight. The bed was so soft that as soon as she lay down, it ford a gentle indent underneath her.
"I’ll go take a shower," Damian Knight said, leaning in to press a kiss on Sumr’s lips, "Give two minutes."
Sumr bit her lip and nodded—
She was truly very nervous.
No girl wouldn’t be nervous about this kind of thing; she was no exception.
As soon as Damian Knight entered the bathroom, Sumr pulled the white quilt over herself, wrapping up tightly.
She anxiously glanced at the misty bathroom, her eyes searching around without focus.
What to do?
What preparations should she be making now?
Sumr searched her mind ticulously, yet she knew nothing about this.
She was truly a novice in matters of love.
Damn it!
Sumr cursed quietly, and just then, the sound of water from the bathroom stopped.
Damian Knight had surprisingly finished showering so quickly.
With a resolve, she decided to leave everything to Damian Knight.
She knew nothing, but surely Damian Knight knew? Boys were inherently skilled at this sort of thing.
Sumr tightly closed her eyes, her eyelashes slightly trembling.
With her eyes closed, her hearing beca more sensitive than usual, allowing her to hear Damian Knight gradually approaching her, stopping at the bedside.
Sumr was tense, and Damian Knight was nervous as well.
His earlier mistake of using shampoo as body wash was enough proof of his anxiety.
This was his first ti.
This was his first woman.
And the last one.
Damian Knight’s deep gaze fell upon Sumr.
Even though she was under the covers, he could still sense her alluring figure.
Long legs, slender waist, fair skin—everything a man desires, was present in Sumr.
His gaze moved upward to the part of Sumr’s head uncovered by the quilt.
Perhaps due to being under the quilt, she was hot, and her fair forehead was covered in a layer of fine sweat, gathering into beads and slowly trailing down the contours of her face, seeping into the pillowcase.
Just sweating, but it stirred endless imaginations in Damian Knight’s mind.
He could no longer contain his long-hidden desire for Sumr, placing a knee on the quilt, while the other leg crossed over Sumr’s waist, his whole body leaning onto her, positioning himself between Sumr’s thighs.
"Sadie?" Damian Knight leaned down, his cheek brushing against hers, asking softly, "Is it hot under the covers?"
His voice was husky, even he didn’t notice.
"Hot..." Sumr murmured, realizing her voice was as raspy as Damian Knight’s.
"Heh." Damian Knight chuckled softly, saying, "If it’s hot, then take the covers off."
With those words, he shifted aside, pulling the quilt away, lying down beside Sumr.
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