Chapter 10: Sometimes, surrendering is the best policy
"I wasn't—I didn't cling to you!"
In my embarrassment, I blurted out such a cliché response. Which was actually more embarrassing than the fact that I did, in fact, cling to him.
"Is that so?" the Demon Lord stood up, then walked toward me casually. He stopped beside me, and waved his hand to clear the spot on the table as he sat there, silver eyes looking down at me. "Shall I remind you, then?"
I laughed nervously. "That is so generous of you, my Lord, but I don't think that would be necessa—"
"Let's see," he cut my word with a merciless gleam in his eyes, a smile piercing through my embarrassment. "You were grabbing my arm so tightly, not letting go even after you threw up all over our clothes,"
Oh my god.
I could only stare at him with pressed lips as he talked with a soothing tone as if reading a children fairy tale. But the content was just fueling the red flush on my face.
"It was so hard cleaning you in that state you know, since you keep grabbing on my arm," he made a distressed face, closing his eyes and shaking in lamentation. Fuck! I was the one who wanted to lament. "Even after I put you in my bed, you keep on touching me, whining 'it's hot, it's hot' like you were on fire or something."
God almighty! Author!
So that was why I ended up in his bed with him? Because I couldn't stop seeking coldness from his skin? Ahh! I almost shrieked as I buried my face in my palms.
A hand found itself on my bowed face and lifted my chin so I had no choice but to look at his face. His thumb was stroking my bitten lower lips, as if telling me I shouldn't do it. "Well, to be fair, you were burning last night."