In his dreams, her scent lingered around his nose, making him feel at ease.
"Really?" She laughed.
"Mm."
"So how do you plan to reward me?"
He thought for a moment, lowered his head, hooked her chin with his finger, and blinked suggestively, "A reward of a kiss, would you like it?"
"No, what kind of reward is that, who cares?"
He was already kissing her.
Scarlett Yates laughed and tried to dodge, but she was no match for him. Despite her attempts to escape, she couldn't get away from the palm of his hand.
"Mmm." He held her head firmly, like an experienced hunter targeting his prey with precision.
His slightly cool lips pressed down.
It was a very gentle kiss, softly rubbing, he only tasted a little, mapped out the shape of her lips, and then released her.
Just waking up, Scarlett's face had been already pink, but now it was even more crimson, as if a peach blossom had just bloomed on her face.
Matthew Saxon looked at her flushed little face with fascination: "Scarlett."
