Chapter 16
Art woke up when Hilda pushed him back down onto the bed. He couldn’t understand where Hilda found the strength to push him back like that.
“Art—it’s so hot,” Hilda whispered, her lips pressed against Art’s cheek as he struggled to regain his senses.
He wanted to push Hilda away, but at the same time, he didn’t have the strength to do it. How could this woman have such a strong effect on him?
Hilda remained seated on top of Art, and then she lowered the piece of fabric that was tied around her body, attached to the dress she was wearing.
Art rubbed his forehead and suddenly laughed. He asked Hilda if she knew what she was doing.
He looked at her darkly; she was now half-naked, sitting on top of him. Hilda had an innocent expression, but there was something different about
