Alora blinked, once, twice, thrice and a shrill of utmost rage ran through her spine seeing his dark gaze at her as He leaned more onto her face before drinking her beauty with his hunger-filled eyes.
Alora's numb heart stirred But her cold body denied moving her limbs and pushing him away. Before she could opened her mouth to spat him, He beat her onto it.
"...Need to spare this bed for me. And take that new brand couch to sleep. I get disturbed by your whistle-type snoring, Mate!"
Alora parted her lips in shock and just like that her body broke into fury. Did He just make a fool out of her?
Damn Alora, What were you thinking He wants you?
In a blink, She pushed him with a red face in high vexation. He straightened up deliberately. "You! What the hell are you talking about? I don't fucking snore. And I won't take that couch to sleep." She sneered. Crimson thinned his lips and shrugged his shoulders.
