swnovels.com “Sounds great!” Saying so, Dennis hung up the call.
I was hiding under the quilt so I didn’t see what he did exactly. He shut the lights a while later and lay in bed.
Dennis pulled the corner of the quilt I was using to cover myself up, and he said, “Clara, the winter here in City P is freezing, which is nothing like in Newton Town. If you don’t share the quilt with me, you would have to call 911 for me in the morning.”
After saying so, he lay next to me quietly, without pulling anymore the quilt around me.
Hearing the sound of his breathing, I assumed he must have fallen asleep. I couldn’t help sticking my head out of the quilt, and through the dim light, I saw most of his body exposed.
He usually wears a pair of pajamas, but today he was obviously showing it on purpose.
After a while, his skin felt a little cold. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, I couldn’t help but cover him with the quilt wrapped around me.
He grabbed my hand suddenly, and he caught the opportunity to get under the quilt with me. He hugged me, and an air of cold surrounded me instantly.
“So you do care about me? You are worried that I would catch a cold, right?”
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