
With great care Ara tried to get rid of Dean's hand that was holding her from behind, the man had already fallen asleep a moment ago.
The clock on the nightstand is at half-four. Ara slowly came down from the bed with her body already*, she then moved to pick up her clothes on the floor.
He again wears it, although his pajama buttons are no longer there but can at least cover his body.
When the mand finished...