It wasn't until late into the night that Wyatt Perry returned to the bedroom; Claudia Ross had already fallen asleep.
Her fair, little face was serene and graceful, with delicate features highlighted by the moonlight, a small and straight nose, and fragrant lips like petals floating on milk.
Wyatt Perry bent over to kiss Claudia Ross on the lips, then flipped the blankets aside and lay down, holding her tightly in his arms.
He was used to sleeping while embracing her. Her body temperature, her fragrance, they all belonged to him alone within his embrace.
A small smile curled on Wyatt Perry's lips, feeling deeply content just holding her.
"Mmm…" Claudia Ross shifted her body, her soft frame curling up like a kitten in Wyatt Perry's arms, greedily absorbing his warmth.
The nights of spring were still cool, but Wyatt Perry's embrace was very warm, in which she could sleep soundly until dawn.