Comfortable feeling
"Let go, Lucas!" Ellena was still trying to get her hand out of Lucas's grip.
"Where are you going, Elle?" Lucas asked dryly.
"Let go of me, Lucas! I don't want to share the same bed with you. I'll sleep on the couch!" Once again, Ellena pulled her hand firmly. However, the harder she let go, the harder Lucas held on.
"Let go—Ow!" Ellena groaned as she felt the pain in her hand from the man's grip getting stronger. "My hand hurts, Lucas," she moaned later.
"You think, you'll just run away from me, Elle?" Lucas lifted the corner of his mouth.
"What are you doing? It's getting late, Lucas. I need some time to rest, you understand?" Ellena's sharp gaze in fact did not make Lucas affected in the slightest.
