The dim glow from the phone screen became the most piercing source of stimulation in the darkness of the room. Because of this, Dominic Vance could easily see the name "Miles" flashing on that display.
After all, the distance from where the man sat to where Lucien had placed the phone was not far, yet at this moment, Dominic showed no extreme reaction toward the person calling.
Dominic sat between Lucien's legs, one arm wrapped around the youth's waist to prevent him from losing his balance, while his other hand slowly and evenly applied a layer of cool ointment onto the inner side of Lucien's thigh.
This posture was highly ambiguous, especially when the man lowered his head. His breath brushed against the tender skin of the thigh, causing another patch of Lucien's skin to flush a deep pink. The sensitive sensation lingered, sending waves of numbness cascading down Lucien's spine.
