Chapter 9: Why Stop There?
A deep, heavy sigh escaped Creed's lips.
"You really need to stop hugging me in public," he muttered, his voice a mix of resignation and mild annoyance.
But his words might as well have been whispers against the wind.
Lilith didn't just hug him—she latched onto him like a koala clinging to a tree in the middle of a hurricane.
Her arms were wrapped around his waist, her soft body pressed tightly against him, and her face nuzzled into his chest with a satisfied hum.
She was completely, utterly, and unapologetically glued to him.
And it wasn't the first time. This had already happened inside his apartment.
And now—outside the Bastion? In the danger zones?
Creed's expression twitched as his mind went wild with thoughts.
'Is this girl addicted to physical contact?'
Seriously. This had to be some kind of addiction. It was like she was obsessed with physical contact!