Georgia Thorne talked a lot, speaking so quickly she almost forgot to breathe.
Elliot Sheridan loved listening to her talk. Her voice was clear and crisp, utterly captivating. The way her face lit up when she talked about things she loved was a sight he adored beyond words.
The nighttime temperature was low, and Georgia Thorne was the type who easily got cold. After just a short while outside, her body couldn't take it and grew chilled.
Elliot Sheridan wrapped his coat tightly around her and held her in his arms.
Even through the layers of clothing, he could feel the chill from her body. "Let's go back to the room!"
"No, it's so rare to get some fresh air." Georgia Thorne squirmed reluctantly but then let out a deep yawn.
The excitement had faded, and sleepiness washed over her, making her incredibly drowsy.
