Cristelle tried to pull away gently, but she heard Linford’s husky voice the next second.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” His musky scent was strong before her.

More than that, Linford pulled her in further. She could feel the heat emanating from his muscled body and that thing.

Cristelle took a deep breath, pretending she was completely unaware of that, “How... How are you feeling? Is it still painful? Your wounds.”

Linford shook his head as he left a kiss on her cheek, “I feel so much better.”

“It’s. It’s getting cold,” Cristelle stuttered, “You probably should put some clothes on.”

“Can’t move,” Linford pretended to be fragile and weak, “My poor...