Morning.

One night, Bertha slept very soundly.

She was kissed by Shane until she woke up.

When she woke up, a man was lying on his side next to her, his hand on his head, his elbow on the pillow, his lips were thin and seductive, and his dark eyes were deep like a murky swamp staring at her.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

Bertha glanced at him, continuing to sleep. “No. I'm tired and sleepy."

Shane hugged her waist, moving her whole body into his ...