Luna pressed her palms against the closed window and watched the drops form into miniature droplets, using that as an excuse not to face Apollyon for a while.
The rain outside wasn't helping either.
The shuttered windows created a dark and lazy ambiance inside the tower room.
Yes.
It was the perfect weather to cuddle.
The fierce attraction rendered both of them speechless in the screaming silence.
Their breaths, the loud heartbeats growing in sync, the pitter-patter of raindrops, the stormy wind rattling against the glass, the chills sending shivers down her spine, and the sight of a warm and willing naked figure underneath the blankets were recipes for disaster.
Heat roiled in her belly as she held her frustration in.
Come to think of it.
She shouldn't be the only one feeling uncomfortable by Apollyon's potent magnetism.