Zayla fell onto his body and he held her protectively. At the moment of falling, she didn't even feel the impact of hitting the sofa.
The hot temperature passed through her thin pajamas. She tried to sit up in a panic, but he firmly pressed down on her waist, causing her to fall back onto him again.
"Lincoln..."
He smiled and whispered in her ear, "Huh?"
"You, you... I, we..."
Zayla was a little incoherent.
"There's a drone outside."
Zayla was startled and instinctively looked towards the direction of the balcony French window.
Inside the room and outside were both brightly lit.
They were close to the balcony, and the drone could capture everything inside.
Now Zayla dared not move.
"When did you find out?"
"When you kicked the floor lamp down again."
Zayla was speechless.
Was the joke about the floor lamp something that couldn't be let go?
She felt like crying.