Bertha Swift was held in Adam Piers' arms, her body extremely stiff. She could feel the scorching temperature from his body. If she didn't know he was in good health, she would have worried he was running a fever.
"Relax a bit," Adam whispered near Bertha's ear, then held her tighter.
Bertha felt like she was about to suffocate, and couldn't help but struggle, "Adam, I can't breathe."
"Oh." Adam finally realized and slightly loosened his long arms around Bertha, though he had no intention of letting her go.
Once Bertha felt the return of oxygen, she took deep breaths and heard the man grumble near her ear, "I really want to squeeze you entirely into me."
The heat of his breath felt as hot as when it touched her skin. Bertha could feel the man behind her was trying to control himself, making her inexplicably happy. She leaned her neck back slightly, rubbing her head against Adam's cheek to comfort him.
