Lucas Quinn kissed her neck gently, his voice carrying a subtle note of caution.
"Sister."
"Hmm?" Charlotte Allison replied lazily.
"Sleep a little longer," he said tenderly.
"Hmm." Charlotte held onto his neck, her forehead resting comfortably on his shoulder as she continued to sleep.
Lucas, enveloped in her familiar warmth, could not fall asleep.
It wasn't until near dawn, feeling Charlotte stirring, that he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
As Charlotte carefully left the tent, he opened his eyes, turning from his side to lie flat, one leg bent with the foot on the ground, and the back of his hand covering his tired eyelids, lying there restlessly for a bit longer.
When Charlotte returned with her mouth full of minty freshness from brushing her teeth, she urged him to get up for breakfast.
He resisted getting up, resting his head on her crossed legs and burying his face in her stomach.
