He still carried the deep chill of the outdoors on him, and Yvonne was only in a nightgown, so she could easily catch a cold.
"Why don't you take a shower first? There's a bathrobe in the bathroom," Yvonne said.
Hotels usually provide two bathrobes, one for men and one for women. The hotel the cast was staying at was quite high-end.
Bennett showered, changed into the bathrobe, and came out of the bathroom.
Yvonne was sitting on the sofa. On the coffee table in front of her was a steaming cup of sober-up soup.
"Drink it first."
"Okay." Bennett walked over and sat down beside her.
He picked up the soup with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Yvonne, pulling her into his embrace.
Yvonne sat on his lap, watching him finish the soup. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him.
The soup had a slightly sweet taste, like a type of candy from his childhood.
"Feeling bold tonight?" Bennett asked after the kiss, holding her close and gently stroking her back.
"I'm always bold," Yvonne said, batting her thick eyelashes, her eyes sparkling.
"Oh?" Bennett chuckled, then scooped her up from the sofa and strode towards the bedroom.
They tumbled onto the bed, kissing passionately.
When the kiss ended, Bennett simply held her, ready to sleep.
That's it? We're just going to sleep?
Yvonne blinked at him, her beautiful, fox-like eyes filled with questions.
"We're sleeping now?"
"What else did you have in mind, Vonnie?" Bennett chuckled, his deep eyes filled with amusement.

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