127. Depression

The food was served, but Lance only felt nauseated. Natasha was apparently in her own world as she clawed his arm, not eating either.

Lance let her, as the pain was somewhat comforting for him, secretly wanting to punish himself for allowing this situation to happen.

After half an hour, he couldn't go on anymore and uncapped the pen again. Getting more pain, his voice slowly came back to him.

"I have to go home."

Natasha left her trance state and looked at him.

"Oh sure, we can see each other tomorrow again."

He didn't want to haggle with her now and just nodded, he wanted to stand up, but she suddenly tugged his arm heavily, making his body fall on top of her.

At this moment-Lance knew he had made a grave mistake.

The bad premonition he felt came true as Natasha lightning-fast pulled her top down, showcasing her breast, anticipating the moment the door opened.