Mark froze in the doorway, completely hypnotized, his mind totally blank.
'Something. Anything. I have to say something!'
But his mouth refused to cooperate.
Then Cali's eyes snapped open.
Her golden eyes—bright and intense behind those reading glasses that gave her a ridiculously scholarly look—locked straight onto Mark.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by Cali's uneven breathing.
Mark could feel his own heart hammering against his ribs.
'Shit. Why didn't I knock before coming in? Oh, right… because there's no door. Fantastic.'
And then Cali jolted violently.
"M-Master!" she cried, her voice high-pitched and full of panic.
Cali moved so fast Mark could barely follow it.
In an instant, she had snatched the white silk sheets from beneath her and wrapped them around her body, covering herself completely from neck to knees.
