Way Back Into Love (Essie)

"You can sleep on my bed," Essie stated.

His lips twitched. "Okay." Zac walked towards the bed and proceeded to lie down. When he reached out his arms to hold her slim waist, she tried her best to shrug him off.

"Let me go. I'll sleep on the sofa," she snapped. 'There's no way in hell that we'll be sleeping on the same bed!' she thought.

Essie struggled under his arms, but it only encouraged him to pin her down even more. "I'm cold. Isn't it your duty to warm me up?"

"You can tuck yourself in if you feel cold!" She kicked the quilt towards him angrily. If she didn't ask him for help in the first place, then she would've taken the opportunity to kick him where the sun doesn't shine!

"Well, you're warmer than the quilt." He placed his chin on her shoulder wantonly, breathing in her heavenly fragrance. There was something about her that made him addicted to her scent.

Of course, this didn't mean that he cared for her. He had always been indifferent to these types of feelings. He wouldn't fall in love that easily. She was just a special woman.

Being held in his arms, she couldn't help but blush in embarrassment. The heat she felt against his chest spread across her veins. She couldn't help but feel even hotter under his grip. She unconsciously began to twist her body against him.

"I suggest you don't move," he whispered. His voice was hoarse.

She froze as silence drifted upon them. She didn't want to irritate him.

few minutes, the phone ran out

around her like a

as if she was trapped once again, she screamed and buried her head into his

body stiffened as he held her in his arms, trying to contain

calmed down after

her timid voice broke the

He never

lifted her gaze and pouted. "Please? I won't be scared anymore if you sing,"

your phone?" He tweaked her

died." Essie pouted and started to draw circles on his chest with her finger, as if to express her

in his chest sharply. He hurriedly grasped her restless hand. "What do you want to hear?" Zac had never been this tender with any woman, but there was something about her that softened

"Anything," she said slyly.

began

It was as if she was listening to an entire orchestra in her ear. She leaned against his chest, feeling it vibrate

great. In fact, he sounded like he grew up in the

was definitely