The atmosphere gradually softened after that. Freya stopped sulking and leaned her arm against the open window, letting the wind brush against her face.
Still, every now and then she flinched. Her cheeks were faintly red, and sometimes she closed her eyes while letting out a quiet breath that almost sounded like a suppressed moan. The plug still inside her was clearly keeping her restless and frustrated.
Gideon glanced at her from the driver's seat. What happened at the dining table earlier still bothered him.
"So what exactly happened to you back at breakfast?" he asked casually. "Your mom didn't find you lying on the floor covered in cum and sperm, right?"
His tone was teasing, but Freya's face suddenly turned pale.
"Ugh… that's…" She covered her mouth as a wave of nausea hit her.
Gideon's expression shifted slightly. "You're not… pregnant already, are you?" he asked carefully.
