Chapter 468

The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped abruptly.

Luna White's heartbeat faltered. She clutched the edge of the blanket, her knuckles turning white. The bedside lamp cast her trembling shadow on the wall—a frightened fawn frozen in place.

"Calm down," she whispered to herself.

But her body refused to listen. Her fingertips tingled, and a thin layer of sweat formed on her back. She burrowed deeper under the covers, wrapping herself like a cocoon. The narrow gap between the two blankets became her last line of defense.

Click.

The bathroom door opened.

She squeezed her eyes shut, then peeked through her lashes. Andrew Smith stepped out, rubbing his damp hair. Water droplets trailed down his toned chest. Luna snapped her eyes closed again but couldn't suppress a giggle.

"What's so funny?"

His deep voice rumbled through the darkness. She bit her lower lip, her lashes fluttering.

"N-nothing." She shrank further under the covers. "Let's... sleep."

The mattress dipped. A wave of mint-scented warmth enveloped her, and she stiffened like a board. When Andrew's hand slipped under the blanket, she nearly yelped.

"Wai—"

Before she could protest, the world spun. His scorching chest pressed against her, his heartbeat thudding through the thin fabric of her pajamas. Luna held her breath, fingers twisting the sheets.

"Andy..."

The honeyed whisper made her own cheeks burn. His answering exhale against her neck seared like a brand.

"Tell me if it hurts."

Calloused fingers traced her waist, igniting shivers. She arched her neck, gripping his arm as dizziness swept over her. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, painting their tangled silhouettes on the wall.

When pain flared, she left crimson trails down his back. Andrew groaned, kissing away the tear clinging to her lashes.

The night stretched endlessly before them.