Blanca grumbled internally. There was a difference between not letting people walk all over her and being genuinely malicious, okay!
“How do you want me to think of you, then?”
Matthew suddenly leant close. He’d wanted to tease her, but Blanca just so happened to sit up at that moment, and the two bumped into each other.
He went with the motion and slipped an arm around her waist. Their bodies stuck together tightly.
He lowered his head, gaze following on the slight swell of Blanca’s chest.
Blanca followed his gaze and went bright red, shoving him off her.
“You … you rascal!”
“You were the one who’d cozied up to me.” Matthew smiled mildly, took the covers off, and was about to lie down.
“Hey, what are you doing coming in bed? You can take the sofa.” Blanca shrank back, startled.
“The sofa’s too small. I can’t sleep there.”
“Then I’ll go.”
Blanca was about to get up and leave when Matthew reached out and tugged her back into bed, pressing her between his own body and the mattress.
His breathing started getting rough and hard.
Matthew thought back to that night in the bar, and how it’d been the first time they’d met. She’d been so drunk and had hooked on him actively, mumbling things about how gentlemen ought to treat a lady.
Back then, he’d been tempted, but it wasn’t Matthew’s style to have relations with strangers. Seeing this woman full of herself now, and thinking back to how she’d been the active part that night, he felt a surge of regret and wanted a chance to make up for it.
“M-Matthew? What are you doing?!”
Hearing the heavy breathing coming from above her head, Blanca’s heart sped up and leapt into her throat.
Matthew lowered his head deviously, whispering next to Blanca’s ear, “What do you think?”
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