"Really." Amanda Smith nodded reluctantly, feeling like she was coaxing a child…
"Well, alright then."
The man who had been pressing down on her like a bull finally turned over with magnanimity. Just as Amanda was about to get up, his hand reached from behind her, wrapped around her waist, and within seconds, his warm chest pressed against her back, with the steady beat of his heart transmitting to her, causing a slight palpitation.
"Let's sleep together then."
He said by her ear, reaching out to flip the blanket over them, covering both their bodies.
Samuel Johnson, unsure if she would stealthily slip away, clung to her with his limbs like an octopus. She couldn't even think about walking away, much less turn around; she could only listen to his steady breathing by her ear. Amanda Smith was firmly locked in front of his chest, helpless.
"Samuel Johnson?" she called out. "Samuel Johnson? Let go of me, I need to use the bathroom."
"…"