Calvin?!
Tiffany froze, then slowly turned her head toward the owner of the arm wrapped around her.
That face—devastatingly handsome, with those slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes gazing at her through a haze of lazy amusement.
Who else could it be but Huo Yan?
His well-built torso bore several bite marks, the ones on his throat and collarbones particularly conspicuous.
Tiffany's face instantly flushed crimson, her lips parting and closing wordlessly.
"I... you... we..." After all, she had been the one who—well—*forced the issue* last night!
"Fanny."
The corner of Calvin's mouth curved faintly, his voice still rough with sleep.
"We didn't sleep till dawn.
Stay with me a little longer."
As he spoke, the arm around her waist tightened slightly, pulling her back against his chest.
His sharply defined jaw settled against the crook of her neck.
Now that this had happened, he had no intention of running from it. Life is too short to deny your true feelings.
