"No need." Rosemary's voice was drawling. "Gordon, if you're really that bored, just play some games on your phone, but keep it down, will you?"
Gordon's cheeks flushed a shade of red as he nodded and complied.
He wondered how the situation was faring on Mr. Griffith's end.
Unable to resist, he took another peek at Rosemary. Even in the dim light, her beauty was captivating.
Time seemed to slow until Rosemary eventually drifted off to sleep. Gordon fetched a spare blanket, intending to cover her gently, but even the slightest rustle reached Rosemary's ears, prompting her to instinctively lash out in self-defense.
"Ms. Rose, it's chilly. I didn't want you to catch cold," Gordon stammered, after receiving an unintended slap.
Upon seeing the blanket in his hands, Rosemary murmured an apology.
So close to her, Gordon could see the porcelain smoothness of her skin and her long lashes. His heartbeat was thunderous, and realizing his own awkwardness, he quickly said,
