Moore lay quietly in Ryan's arm. Coco crept to put the milk on the bedside table, leaned over and tried to get around Ryan and got Momo out.

Ryan suddenly put his arm around her waist. She exclaimed and fell on him.

"The child is asleep, maybe we can do something interesting."

In the room, only the antique enamel lamp at the head of the bed flickered with a soft light. The light and shadow on Ryan's face made him look dangerous and charming.

Coco struggled to get up. Her long hair fell on Ryan's neck.

"Don't move. You'll wake Moore up." Ryan whispered, his right hand around Coco's waist....