Ignoring her heated gaze, Lucian slowly lifted his head away from hers before leaning against the cold wall behind him.
He let out a deep breath.
Even he could still feel the lingering heat coursing through his body, but he pushed those impulses aside, not wanting to give in to temptation right now… especially not after stopping her himself.
Lia, seeing him like that, stopped thinking nonsense and tried to ignore the heat pooling in her intimate place—though it was very difficult to think straight when Lucian was still sitting right in front of her.
While she was sitting on his lap, so close that she could hear his slow heartbeat, which had gradually grown faster.
Neither of them spoke.
Nearly a minute passed like that, then—
Lucian let out another long sigh, and rather than allowing the awkward atmosphere to become even stranger…
He changed the subject.
"What did you do during these two weeks?"
