Richard Shaw's stern face was somewhat somber. After taking a shower and coming out of the bathroom, he found that she had rolled from the left side of the bed to the right, sprawling across the bed in a starfish position, even occupying his spot.
The man stood by the bed, his pupils a faint shade of brown, exuding an air of mystery. Reminded of the posts online about Luna Lawrence at Imperial City University, he pressed his thin lips together, climbed into bed silently, and lifted the blanket to see her silk nightdress had already ridden up to her thighs, her skin white as jade.
The man lowered himself, accurately finding her small face buried in the blanket, and leaned down to kiss her.
Half-asleep, Crystal Landon felt as if she was being crushed by a mountain, her breath becoming labored. Instinctively, without thinking, she kicked out.
