My Baby's Daddy

Arthur walked over to the direction of the couch and sat next to her. His strapping tall figure further accentuated Sophia‘s petiteness.

She caught a whiff of his distinct scent in the air; in the past, he had a cold, elegant fragrance of cedar on him which contrasted his scent right now–the crisp but pure aroma of shower gel. On top of that, the masculinity radiating off of him was captivating

Sophia silently took a gulp and lifted her head to look at the man with wet dark dripping hair who was currently right in front of her. His translucent forehead was revealed and paired with his perfectly sculpted features, making him utterly irresistible.

She squirmed slightly and purposely inched closer to him. As such, she could conveniently lie in his arms and take a rest as she watched the TV shows later on.

Arthur‘s dazzling eyes flickered slightly and he astutely realized that she was inching closer to him. He kept his eyes on the television, but he naturally took her into his arms.

Sophia instantly leaned half of her body into his arms as her heart thudded hard. She buried her face into his arms and snuggled against him as she took in the feeling of her head on his firm chest. She felt a rush of comfort and safety at that moment.

Neither of them spoke a word and they remained snuggled against each other quite naturally and continued to watch some TV shows.

To Arthur, he did not care much about the plot of the show. The most important thing was that he enjoyed this moment and his heart was rippled with content.

scene on the TV show depicted a romantic scene between the male

dim street lamp and they were deep in

out to grab the remote control to skip the scene, but she realized that it was by his side.

refused to hand over the remote control. At the same time, he focused his dark eyes intently on

blushed from his focused gaze at her. Then, he used his warm palm to gently grasp and maneuver her chin. She knew what this

smiled at the anxious sight of the girl in

she no longer felt his lips on her forehead before opening her eyes

full of passion

kissed her so dominantly and passionately without any hint of aggression;

to his feet and went to the bathroom as he needed to take a shower–a

into her room and clutched at her chest as her heart thudded frantically. She knew that Arthur was a gentleman, so he would not resort to any hanky–panky. However, it was herself that she was afraid of. She was

to bid goodnight to