Nothing was more touching than having someone watch over you. Wasn't the "imprisonment" he spoke of just another way of saying he'd do just that?
At that moment, Summer Lancaster truly believed they could be this happy for the rest of their lives...
"Kenneth, where are you going to sleep?" Summer Lancaster asked, lost in his tenderness.
"There's only one bed here."
Summer Lancaster sat up, staring at him in surprise. "You're going to sleep here? You should just go home." 'The big boss wants to sleep with me in this tiny bed?' she thought. 'With his height, I'm afraid it won't hold up.'
Kenneth Yates paid her no mind, taking off his jacket and lying down on the small bed. The already tiny bed looked even smaller now.
"What are you doing?" Seeing her about to get out of bed, Kenneth quickly stopped her.
Summer Lancaster blushed, avoiding his gaze. "I need to use the bathroom."
