Irina huffed, crossing her arms, trying to ignore the way her heart refused to calm down.
"Hmph. Acting all cheeky now, are we?" she muttered, narrowing her eyes.
Astron barely glanced up from whatever he was reading, completely unbothered.
"Am I?"
Irina twitched. This guy…
Without a second thought, she reached for his side, slipping her fingers under the hem of his shirt and pinching the skin beneath.
Astron didn't react.
Didn't jolt. Didn't even flinch.
Instead, he simply turned a page in his book, completely indifferent to her attack.
"Trying to retaliate?"
Irina gritted her teeth. "I swear, you're impossible."
Her fingers lingered against his bare skin longer than they should have, and that's when she felt it.
The heat.
Astron's body was warm.
