Chapter 131: Are Mine.
Lilia’s eyes fluttered open slowly as she let out a soft yawn. A faint ache in her inner thigh made her shift slightly. She was wearing a baggy shirt—Zethan’s, unmistakably. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist as he spooned her from behind, and her cheeks flushed deeply as the memory of last night rushed back into her mind.
Oh goodness.
Her face turned a deeper shade of crimson when she realized they’d gone at it until midnight. How on earth was she going to face him now?
Oh my.
He pulled her closer in his sleep, and Lilia quickly buried her face into the oversized shirt, her cheeks burning.
’Please stop thinking about it. Please stop thinking about it. Please...’ her inner voice begged, but it was no use. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest. His scent clung to the shirt—clean, warm, and maddeningly perfect. She couldn’t stop herself from sniffing it, inhaling like it would calm her down.
Sniff sniff.
Until a hand suddenly gripped her waist tighter.
Lilia froze. Her eyes widened.
Zethan was awake.
"If you want to sniff me so badly," he murmured, voice rough and low with sleep, "you could just go straight to the source the original."