She snuggled into his arms with a look of pure contentment.
When it came to these matters, he never let her down, always giving her immense satisfaction.
"Sleep early? Hmm? Are you tired?" Sylvan Cheney gently stroked her jet-black hair.
"Aren't you tired? You should sleep early too, you have to go to the office tomorrow!"
"I actually don't feel tired." Sylvan whispered softly in her ear, "You sleep early, I'll watch you as you do."
Jasmine Yale yawned. She was tired, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her little face to his chest, hugging him as she peacefully drifted off to sleep.
Sylvan Cheney tenderly caressed her back.
The fact that she was willing to give herself to him showed that she loved him.
She had promised him that in the future, in her heart, there would only be him.
That was enough for him; he didn't desire the past because, after all, he met her too late.
In just a few minutes, Jasmine Yale fell asleep soundly, nestled in Sylvan Cheney's arms.
