章 223: Thirsty for His Touch

Eventually, it was too chilly to stay outside and lie beneath the stars. Weston began guiding her into the forest again and informed his people to begin tidying everything up. For their overtime, he decided to provide them a bonus.

"Don't walk so quickly," Lydia grumbled, holding tightly onto his arm, pressing her entire body against his bare skin. 

Her legs felt like jello and whenever they'd step on a stick, she'd jump and dig her nails into his muscle.

"What happened to teasing me about being afraid of ghosts?" Weston countered, walking faster than before, causing her to groan in protest. If this was her reaction to the dark and creepy forest, he wanted to bring her here more often.

"At least I'm afraid of rationale and possible things!" Lydia hissed at him.

"Fear of ghosts is completely rational. It is a terror of the unknown just like the one you have right now," Weston informed her.

"Slow down," Lydia groaned.