Chapter 32

Hank pulled Sara into his arms.

Sara's body was soft. A faint scent of orange blossom of the body shampoo was lingering on her body. While holding her, Hank could rest his chin on the top of her head.

He sat on the lounge chair beside the bed and adjusted Sara to sit on his lap. Sara could feel the heat radiating off a man's body, accompanied by the smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

Hank buried his face into her shoulder, his lips brushing across her clavicle. Sara trembled a little.

"Why do you smell so nice? And so soft? Huh?" Hank grasped her waist with one hand and grazed her cheek with another hand. "Do you perhaps subsist on a diet of petals and dew?"

Being teased by an older man made Sara nervous. She blushed and stuttered in fright, "Master Bishop... I, I don't eat dew!"

So don't you ever think of feeding me dew! Hank was speechless.

His chest was moving and he smiled.