Lilia's cheeks flushed hard as she stared at Zethan, her breath catching.
"Z… Zethan," she whispered, her voice slow and sensual—enough to drive him to the brink of madness.
"Mn, sweetie," he murmured in response, eyes half-lidded with desire.
"What… what if someone sees us?" she asked softly.
Zethan stilled for a moment, then met her eyes with a fiery intensity.
"You don't have to worry. No one will dare," he assured her seriously.
Lilia could tell—just from the look in his eyes—that if they started now, there would be no stopping.
"Let's… let's go home first," she muttered, just as his lips were about to brush her thigh.
Zethan paused, his lazy gaze meeting hers. His eyes lingered there for a moment before trailing down to her glistening inner thigh.
"You don't have to worry. I wouldn't let anyone see us," he coaxed softly, his lips barely moving. "Let me…"
"No, Zethan…" she said calmly.
