He wanted to roll his eyes when Anne glared at him. It appeared that she had gotten very comfortable with him. But who could blame her for having Zala as her support?
Zala cleared her throat and struggled to get off the bed and stand with a blush.
She cleared her throat again and ignored the way her thighs were aching and trembling, straining to hold her up, and glimpsed Anne was looking at her as if she could see through all of life’s mysteries.
“What’s going on?” Zala promptly asked to draw attention away from herself, “Did something happen?”
Anne tactically chose not to mention how she stood outside Zala’s door for almost an hour. At first, she could hear soft moans so she knew that something was going on. She was just going to turn around and leave but then the moans stopped abrupt
