Before the cracked moans could escape through the fabric's seams, Natalie Vaughn mustered all her strength to raise her hand and stop Zane Thorne.
"Enough."
They couldn't continue any further.
The mix of tingling and pain made her feel as though she was teetering on the edge of a fiery pit, where even the slightest misstep could result in falling inside.
Natalie thought again of the dream she had last night, consumed by desire, yet the timing was all wrong. In her current state, she couldn't do anything.
Zane had evidently picked up on the ambiguity of the moment, his eyes mirroring the stormy night outside, with rain and lightning. If Natalie turned to look at Zane then, she would've realized how much he resembled the Zane in her dream.
Eventually, he withdrew his hand and pulled her clothing back down. Then, without a word, he went into the hospital room's bathroom to wash up.
