Clara Grant's breath hitched as his hands teased her. She glanced nervously at the hospital room door and tried to push away his hand, which was kneading her wantonly. "Seth Quinn, let go. Someone might come in."
But Seth Quinn acted like a rogue. "I'm not letting go. You have to answer me first. Yes or no?"
Clara Grant didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she knew he'd been holding back for long enough. She had also noticed that ever since his injuries started healing a few days ago, he had begun to get restless, and a certain part of him was always stirring.
When she didn't answer, Seth Quinn's hand slipped inside her collar and gave her a hard pinch. Clara Grant couldn't help but cry out in pain. Face beet red, she slapped his hand away and whispered unnaturally, "Y-You let me go first, and I'll agree."
"Really?" Seth Quinn sounded thrilled, his voice filled with excitement.
