Lorraine Hughes saw herself reflected in Nathan Bolton's eyes.
The next moment, her lips were sealed, and she felt the change in his body.
She dodged his kiss, ignoring his resentful gaze, and pinched his ear with her slender hand, "Nathan Bolton, you promised you'd give me three days off last night!"
Damn it, you can't trust what a man says in bed!
"I was just giving you a little kiss."
"Then put back whatever should be put back!"
"Honey, I really can't do that."
"..." Where's my needle?!
Nathan Bolton kissed her forehead, "How about I carry you to bed?"
"Oh." Lorraine Hughes withdrew her hand; her legs were too weak to walk.
"Honey, something's poking me in the back. Can we get rid of it?"
"Go play with a balloon."
"..."
Lorraine Hughes was just about to get up when he wrapped his arms around her waist, "Belle, can you stop taking those pills?"
"What if..."
"No what-ifs," he whispered ambiguously near her ear, "I'll definitely carry an umbrella next time."
