"What the hell are you saying?" Avery snapped, digging her nails into his arm. Though he didn't seem at all affected by it, she wasn't ready to stop yet. She didn't think she could handle the feel of his hard chest against her back so early in the morning.
Last night had been an 'once in a blue moon' occurrence and till now, she still had no idea where the courage had originated from. But then, he had left her... Wait, speaking of last night, she now remembered she'd fallen asleep before he returned.
A sudden wave of displeasure washing over her, she snapped, "Take your hands off me, Arch."
His hands were left her body. Immediately. As if he sensed that if he had not obeyed her, she planned to grab a fistful of his silky raven hair and pull it out from his scalp. He might look handsome as a bald man.
