In the darkness, Ben Lucas lowered his gaze to the little figure sleeping obliviously and defenselessly in his embrace, and couldn't help but smile.
Harrison Lucas, how dare 'he' just sleep like that.
Is 'he' really not worried at all that he might be unable to resist, and swallow 'him' whole in the night?
Ben Lucas's large hand encircled the waist, holding 'his' slender and fragile waist tighter.
Harrison Lucas is really too skinny.
As a soldier, to have such a soft and weak waist.
Ben Lucas thought, from now on, he must cook more delicious food every day to replenish Harrison Lucas's body.
With this in mind, the man, habitually alert while sleeping, gradually relaxed.
His embrace was fiery and broad, and Harrison Lucas, nestled against his chest, slept sweetly.
And Ben Lucas found that the feeling of sleeping while holding Harrison Lucas was surprisingly good.
He remembered when he was little and all alone, there was also such a small person accompanying him.
