William had already poured her a glass of water while he spoke.
Zoe sat up straight, took a few sips of water, and her gaze wandered restlessly but still landed on his neck.
Could it be that last night's...
Wasn't a dream?
It's over, Zoe Bell, what have you done!
It's all Wyatt's fault for saying all sorts of things to her before bed.
"What's the matter? Woken up and trying to deny it?" William seemed to see through her thoughts, staring straight at her.
"I was groggy last night, I thought I was dreaming..."
"Well, you were pretty bold in your 'dream'."
"..."
Zoe felt she couldn't swallow another drop of water.
William had returned to his room after a busy night at around one o'clock, seeing Zoe sleeping soundly, he merely wanted to kiss her but didn't expect her to suddenly take the initiative.
Naturally, he was delighted.
But while kissing... kissing...
She actually bit him.
