"Slept well?"
"That was the best sleep I've had in a while!"
"Since you're well-rested, shouldn't you come and satisfy me now?"
"It's rubbed raw down there because of you. If you dare touch me again, I'll kill you!"
Seeing her reaction, Ronan Joyce knew he had really hurt her. He leaned in and coaxed her gently, "Alright, alright. A truce, then?"
Her expression finally softened a little. Ronan Joyce then said, "Here, let me see if you're injured."
Unable to stop himself, he reached out, wanting to gently rub the sore spot for her. The moment his fingers made contact, she kicked out at him again. "Ronan Joyce, you're shameless! Didn't we call a truce?"
The touch of his fingers there sent an uncontrollable shiver through Lara Nash. She was so furious she started cursing. Ronan Joyce withdrew his hand, looking completely innocent. "My fault, my fault! I'll get up and make us some food right now. If you're tired, you can sleep a little longer."
