Capone automatically leaned in, burying his face in the curve of her shoulder, inhaling the scent of her skin.
"You used my body wash too, doesn't it smell the same?"
"It's not the same. Your scent is unique. I've told you before, it smells as sweet as cake."
Capone's voice became slightly husky, his lips pressing against the delicate skin of her neck, lingering in a suggestive manner. He even extended his tongue to lightly lick, leaving a trace of wetness, a teasing mark.
"It's just psychological," Sophia muttered, pushing his head away with her hand. "Stop it, you've already been through enough today. You need to rest."
"Hmm, I won't do anything. Just let me hold you for a while."
Capone's embrace enveloped her, with only a thin blanket between them. His upper body was bare, and Sophia only wore a thin nightgown. Their warm bodies pressed together, feeling each other's temperature and heartbeat.
