Chapter 435
She shifted, intending to get up, only to find herself cradled, held like a child in someone’s arms.
A muscular arm rested against her waist, the defined lines and warmth seeping through her skin and leading to a flutter in her heart.
Thalassa’s cheeks flushed at the sensation.
Last night, it was this solid, powerful touch that led her to surrender despite all her attempts to resist.
Thalassa lay back against Lysander, his muscular chest against her back. She could even feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, making her own heart race in response.
His breath washed over her head, carrying a hint of danger.
A hug that was both warm and dangerous.
Thalassa slowly lifted his arm away from her, getting up to retrieve her clothes from the floor before heading to the shower.
Her reflection in the mirror revealed the evidence of the night before, her body was covered in love bites.
Feeling somewhat drained, she turned on the shower, letting the water wash over her.
Thankfully, her clothes from yesterday were still wearable.
After getting dressed, she exited the bathroom, only to meet Lysander’s lazy gaze, which held a sense of satisfaction.
Thalassa paused, then said, “It’s late, I need to go to the office.”
Just as she finished speaking, her stomach growled softly.
Feeling embarrassed, Thalassa covered her stomach and turned to leave.
Lysander’s deep voice stopped her, “Breakfast will be here soon. Eat before you go.”
She could have claimed not to be hungry if her stomach hadn’t betrayed her. Now, she didn’t even have an excuse to refuse.
Just as she hesitated, Lysander got out of bed, his lean, muscular legs flashing before her eyes. Thalassa’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned away.
Lysander then disappeared into the bathroom.
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
Thalassa quickly went to answer it, opening the door to a room service attendant pushing in a breakfast cart.
“Good morning, your breakfast was there,” the attendant said politely.
“Thank you,” Thalassa replied.
As the attendant wheeled in the breakfast cart, Thalassa’s gaze fell on the clothes scattered on the floor, Lysander’s clothes, including his boxers.
Her breath hitched, and she quickly picked up the clothes and stuffed them under the covers.
She turned back to the attendant, offering an awkward smile.
The attendant, though embarrassed, quickly left the room after setting down the breakfast tray.
Feeling frustrated, Thalassa slapped her forehead, hitting the spot where she’d been injured.
The pain made her grimace.
Lysander emerged from the bathroom just in time to see her expressive face.
“Was something wrong with the food?” he asked, his voice low and slightly husky from his recent shower.
Thalassa turned to look at him. Fresh from the shower, he looked even more handsome.
She took a deep breath to steady her racing heart. “No, I just hit my injury by accident.”
His gaze lingered on her forehead, noting the darker scar. It was healing.
“Come eat,” he ordered, sitting down at the table.
Thalassa sat down across from him, noticing a glass of water and a small, white pill.
She felt heartache.
She knew what that pill was.
It was a morning-after pill!