Savannah bit her lip and whispered breathlessly, "You aren't well yet. It's not good to have…have sex now. Later... okay?"
Dylan was still staring down into her eyes, his jaw clenched, eyes burning, but his hand didn't go further. Finally, he pulled down her skirt and smoothed it, leaning down to her red ear, "Remember what you said. Later."
Then he dropped a kiss on her belly before he left.
***
Down the stairs, Dylan straightened his slightly ruffled collar with a glance at his father.
Old Sterling raised his brows when he saw that he went downstairs alone. "You agree? Will Savannah stay?"
"Well, we haven't found the one who wanted to hurt Savannah. What's more, I haven't altogether recovered. It's much safer for her to live here recently." Dylan said dryly.