Lianne was quite adaptable. The last time, waking up on the second day to find herself in Seth Sinclair's arms, she hadn't been used to such intimacy. Now, it felt perfectly normal.
"It's my senior," Lianne said. "I was afraid I'd wake you, so I was about to go take it on the balcony."
Seth Sinclair snorted. "If I'm not afraid of waking up, what are you worried about?"
His heavy arm tightened around her waist. His voice, husky with sleep, was domineering. "Just take it here in bed."
Lianne felt drained and couldn't be bothered to get out of bed, so she answered the call right in front of Seth Sinclair.
On the other end of the line, Sophie Sheridan was at the Preston family's old courtyard home, playing with a group of children. Amidst the chatter, she asked, "Lia, have you had lunch yet?"
"Not yet. I'm not hungry, so I'm planning to eat later."
As Lianne spoke, she became faintly aware of something pressing against her from the front.
