40 Overprotective

Ileus wrapped his muscular arm over her waist immediately suffusing her with his heat.

"This is getting weird." Anastasia said as she inadvertently curled her hands over his arm. She loved the way his scent surrounded her.

"And I wonder why," he said in a tone that had an edge of tease. 

"I wonder why too," she replied, her tone burlesque.

He smiled. 

A moment later, she asked, "How did you save me?" 

A cough from nearby and then —"He pushed medicine down your throat by kissing you… forcibly."

Anastasia's eyes became wide like a saucer. The man sleeping next to them had answered her question. It was Kaizan. 

"And now if you two would let us sleep, it would be… polite," his tone was weary. 

That was… brusque. Anastasia flushed so hard that her ears became heated as hell. Heaps of ice couldn't suppress the fire.