It felt just like in the morning, as if there had never been any unpleasantness between them.
He had just returned from outside, his coat still on, and as Scarlett Yates was swept into his embrace, she was surrounded by a cool fragrance. She shivered slightly, but quickly his embrace turned warm again.
His voice was a bit low and husky, with a hint of sensuality, like a feather lightly brushing her heart, truly captivating.
Scarlett's heart fluttered fiercely twice more.
A warm breath scattered on her forehead, and she felt that if she just lifted her head, she would touch Matthew Saxon's lips.
Thinking this, her face turned red.
With a flushed face, biting her lip, she said softly, "Yes, I do feel a bit hungry."
Matthew Saxon chuckled lowly, ruffled her hair with a large hand, then extended his long arms to lift her from the bed.
"Since you're hungry, let's go down to eat. What do you want for dinner?" he asked as he held her and walked outside.
