Nikolai narrowed his eyes while listening to Anya's quiet breathing as she slept. Rain stitched the city together along the pavement lines. The Supra slid through them, gleaming red in the darkness. Anya sprawled in the passenger seat with a coat thrown over wrecked satin, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and glossy.
She looks like an angel when sleeping.
He brushed the sticky drool from her lips, the warm saliva smearing his fingertips as she shifted in the seat and batted his arm away in her dreamy state. "Nnnn...."
There wasn't much talk after what happened in the alleyway. Anya looked at him with a beaming smile, then curled in the seat and closed her eyes.
The strange atmosphere also vanished.
Maybe she was jealous of Leona.
