"No need!" Roseanne plopped down onto the carpet, crossing her legs, "This is just fine."
The plush shag carpet felt luxurious to the touch, clearly not a bargain find.
Sitting on it was entirely comfortable, not abrasive in the slightest.
And with her back against the bed, it was just perfect.
If only...
There were some snacks and drinks, it would be absolutely ideal.
Just as the thought crossed her mind, Owen Reynolds came in, arms loaded with bags of nuts and potato chips, along with two bottles of lime soda.
Roseanne was shocked! The professor really knew her too well!
Owen Reynolds set down the snacks and also took a seat on the carpet, adding a pillow behind both himself and Roseanne for extra comfort.
The two of them spent the evening watching, eating, drinking, and chatting.
Until...
The live stream ended.
Roseanne glanced at the time, shocked to see it was nearly eleven. She quickly stood up to say her goodbyes.
Owen Reynolds walked her to her front door, watched her go inside, and then returned to his house.
As he was cleaning up, his gaze accidentally fell on the pillows they had leaned on.
His was thoroughly squished, while Roseanne's bore only some wrinkles.
Owen Reynolds picked it up, smoothed it out with his palm, preparing to put it back on the bed when a faint scent wafted into his nostrils, freezing him in place.
Feeling an uncontrollable reaction, he cursed under his breath.
It was the first time he felt so out of control.
But in this terrible state, he felt powerless to change anything.
Because he knew, even if he got over it this time, the next time he encountered a similar situation, his body would betray his mind again.
Owen Reynolds took a deep breath—
Hard.
So hard.
Not even the P0-level projects abroad had been this challenging.
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