"Of course not, baby, you're my life. How could I not want my life?" Joshua Hughes said eagerly, lifting Avery Jane's light body and placing her on the bed, then turning away.
"Don't go..." Watching him turn to leave, Avery Jane grabbed his sleeve, her eyes brimming with mist, looking at him pitifully.
"Your body is too cold, you'll catch a chill like this. I'll run some hot water for you to soak in." Joshua bent down, gently kissing her forehead, comforting her...
Before he could react, Avery Jane's fragrant and soft lips were already pressing against his. She was half-kneeling on the bed, reaching out to wrap her arms around his shoulders, tilting her little face up, kissing him awkwardly and uncertainly, her long eyelashes trembling gently from either shyness or fear, as enchanting as fragile butterfly wings.
The little Clove brushed lightly across his teeth, eliciting a muffled low growl from the man.
