Chapter 119

Fred's POV

The next day, Becca was the one who woke me up. Not for another round of sex or something like that, but because she seemed to be cold and was poking me to hug me. We slept without realizing it, in the same position in which we interrupted the sexual act. Her hair was still thrown against the side of my neck, and her entire trunk leaned against mine.

The difference in her current weight and that of the step was very evident at that moment, because it was as if she was just a feather thrown against my body. And that's why it took me so long to open my eyes and notice that she was trying to make me hug her.

“Are you cold? “I asked in a hoarse voice.

Becca looked at me.

"Are you not?”

I indicated with one hand how her legs were stuck around my hips, and how her arms were clinging to my shoulders.

"On the contrary, I'm very comfortable.”

Becca laughed in a mocking tone and stood up. The night before, I tried not to look too much