He released her immediately, rising with mechanical obedience. Under ten seconds, his clothes were back in place, buttons fastened with the same calm efficiency as before.
Kiara remained on the floor for a heartbeat longer, staring at the ceiling, pulse still racing.
Her first kiss in this life had just been stolen.
By a machine.
What the hell was she doing earlier…
Not only did she make out intensely with an android, but she almost went for…
Kiara was flushed to the neck at the thought of what would have happened had Zion not interrupted them. There was something magnetic about Noah's touch that she lost control of herself. Embarrassment took over her, and she covered her face.
Soon, the embarrassment turned into anger.
She sat up abruptly, face burning.
"Where did you get this fuc*ing idea?" she demanded, tone sharp with embarrassment and frustration.
"And you," she added without looking at Zion, "go downstairs. Right now."
