It had been several months since Watt Bennet last saw Summer Sutton, and when he was with her, Watt didn't want to be disturbed by anyone or anything.
Holding her slender body in his arms, Watt step by step moved towards the bed.
Summer Sutton showed no sign of waking up, nestled in his arms, sleeping soundly.
Perhaps finding his embrace somewhat familiar, as she slept, she snuggled her head further into his arms.
Her movement was incredibly endearing, like a little rabbit on a cold winter night, soaking up warmth, exceedingly reliant on Watt.
After her movement, Watt hesitated for a moment, then stopped in his tracks.
He lowered his eyes, quietly staring at her.
Summer Sutton continued burrowing into his embrace; in sleep, all barriers between them vanished, her arms naturally encircling his waist, the scene no different from when they were together.
Her dependence on Watt was a habit cultivated over the more than three years since they had met.
