Lin Yue stroked her chin, which should she choose?
"I'll let you recommend.."
"Huh…sure. Spicy it is. Make sure you're alone."
Lin Yue's eyes went wide. "Spicy? Luma, what exactly are you—"
The screen flickered. A woman in a silk dress pressed against a wall, a man in a dark suit leaning into her.
The lighting was dramatic
The music, low and thrumming.
Then the woman moaned.
Lin Yue nearly dropped the phone in shock.
She scrambled to lower the volume, her face burning, her fingers slipping on the glass. The man on the screen whispered something.
Another moan.
Her lips twitched, they were really going at it.
She finally found the button and slammed it down.
But Lin Yue was a little too late, someone had heard the last moan.
She looked up.
Uriel stood in the doorway.
His eyes moved from her face to the phone in her hands, then back to her face. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair still slightly disheveled. The smell of cold night air clung to him.
