Chapter 969

The next morning, Vilma woke up naturally, thanks to her internal clock honed by years of 9-to-5 grind—6:40 sharp. Except... everything hurt. The blackout curtains shut out all the light, so with no clue what time it actually was and her body aching all over, she just rolled over and went back to sleep. At that moment, Vilma was still blissfully unaware that she'd been thoroughly devoured last night. The only thing she knew was... something didn't quite feel right. Also, rolling over was weirdly hard. Something was weighing her down. She hadn't figured out yet that the "something" was Robert's arm. For the first time in ages, Robert was actually sleeping soundly at home. When the girl in his arms moved to roll away, he frowned and pulled her right back into his chest, dozing off again in peace. Vilma might look slender, but holding her? She was impossibly soft—cushiony like a warm pillow. He liked it. A lot. Well... except for the part where she was completely flat-chested—besides that