With her back turned to Lucas, she pulled the quilt up to her neck.
After a while, she seemed to hear the steady breathing of someone beside her, and her delicate brows furrowed involuntarily.
*Damn it!
He actually fell asleep just like that!
Frustration gnawed at her, and in a fit of pique, she yanked the entire quilt over to her side, leaving the man completely exposed.
Only then did she feel a petty sense of satisfaction.
Suddenly, a cold voice sounded by her ear: "If you give me a cold, who's going to help you with your problems?"
Beauty bolted upright in bed and immediately pounced on him, her hands tightening around his neck.
"You've got some nerve, Lucas!" she fumed.
"How did you know I had something to ask you?"
In one swift motion, the man flipped her beneath him, a wicked smirk playing on his lips as he brushed aside the stray strands of her bangs.
His thin lips curved slightly.
"The way you're acting tells me you want something from me.
