The Warlord's Defective Prize

The Price of Touching Her

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The Price of Touching Her

She was fast asleep on the bed wearing nothing but his shirt which was too big for her small frame. He had a few of his clothes in the walk-in closet. He used to stay in this penthouse when he had to deal with some work in the city. She hasn't even eaten anything. He decided to let her sleep as he covered her body with a blanket.

His knuckles gently caressed her cheek. He wanted to lay beside her