Dawn crept into sight, and the air by the river in the early morning was a little chilly.
Andrea, who had been tormented for a long time last night, slept in Gideon' arms.
She didn't know where the quilt on her body went and the cold gradually came over her. She opened her eyes.
Gideon's handsome face was drawn to Andrea's eyes. Andrea looked down, only to see that there was nothing covering her naked body.
And the whole quilt was covering the person next to her.
D*mn it!
He didn't even leave a portion of the quilt for her.
Achoo!
Andrea couldn't help but sneezed and rubbed her nose uncomfortably.
Gideon, who had been disturbed, slowly opened his hazy eyes and looked at her in shock.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm cold."
Andrea glared at him. She quickly pulled the quilt from his body and covered herself.
She sneezed again.
"Are you having a cold?"
Holding her in his arms, Gideon's deep voice was particularly attractive because he had just woken up.