If the previous day's heat could be blamed on pheromones, then on the second day, there were no more excuses.
In the dim, unlit room, two figures slept soundly.
The first thing Zoe Pierce did upon waking was reach for the person beside her.
Before she even opened her eyes, she felt a hand grasp the spot she had brazenly declared was itching last night.
"Nathan Lockwood..." Her hand threaded into his hair, her voice still hoarse from sleep. "Stop... I'm not itchy anymore..."
It was because she had been so brazen on the sofa yesterday, pressing his head down in invitation.
She still hadn't recovered.
Nathan Lockwood looked up at her. "Then why are you teasing me?"
She was being terribly wronged. Zoe Pierce hadn't even opened her eyes; she was just fumbling around by instinct.
"I have no strength left... Nathan..." Zoe Pierce mumbled.
Nathan Lockwood found it amusing to watch Zoe Pierce act coquettishly with her eyes still closed. "You don't need any strength."
