Intimate

Luke bent down and squatted in front of Jovannie. "Come on, I'll carry you." She felt touched, but she also felt sorry for him. "It's okay. I can do this," she refused, abashed. But Luke insisted, "Come on. I'll carry you for a while, and you can continue the hike yourself later." After dawdling for a while, Luke stood firm in his decision, so Jovannie had to agree. However, she demanded him to carry her for only ten minutes, and then he must put her down. With that, she leaned slightly on Luke's back, feeling safe and warm. Luke's back was as steady and firm as a mountain. "Are you tired? Am I heavy?" Luke looked relaxed and casual, but there was a hint of darkness in his eyes. "You're not heavy, and I'm not tired." She was so petite and light like a feather that he could barely feel any weight on him. Thinking of this, Luke frowned. It seemed that he needed to add mutton soup to the menu so that she could gain some weight. Jovannie puffed her hot breath on his neck, which warmed him