Amelia Lockhart wrapped herself tightly in the covers. Even though the mark on her shoulder had been treated, she was still sulking and ignoring him.
Resigned, Ethan Quinn went back to his own room and dragged a comforter over.
"I won't touch you without permission anymore, so please don't be mad. I'll sleep under my own covers." Ethan Quinn's voice held a hint of grievance, but he was still smiling.
'The way she sulked was particularly adorable.'
'It made him want to tease her even more.'
Amelia Lockhart ignored him, stubbornly cocooning herself in the covers, her cheeks flushed red.
'She couldn't sleep.'
'I'm not pure anymore.'
'Repaying this debt is too hard.'
But she couldn't stop her heart from racing. The fluttering deep in her chest left her feeling dazed and confused.
'What's wrong with me?'
