"Wyatt Perry..." she softly called his name.
"Hmm?"
"I'm hungry."
"What would you like to eat? I'll go make it for you," Wyatt Perry asked considerately, his sensual lips grazing her ear.
"There are dumplings in the fridge. Can you boil a few for me?"
"Sure."
Reluctantly letting go of her smooth, delicate body, Wyatt Perry got up, put on his robe, and went downstairs to boil the dumplings.
Lying alone on the kingsize bed made her feel incredibly lonely, as if even the air around her had turned colder.
Claudia Ross involuntarily wrapped herself tighter in the blankets, seeking Wyatt Perry's warmth within them.
She silently counted the time in her heart, eagerly awaiting his return, like hoping for stars and the moon, until finally Wyatt Perry came back to her.
If she'd known boiling dumplings would take so long, she would rather have gone hungry than have him leave her side.