Natalia shifted again, every movement sending fresh waves of sensation through her body if her expression was anything to go by. Her lips parted slightly, a tiny gasp escaping. The sound ignited something primal in me, a flicker of satisfaction at seeing her composure fracture under the influence of the pill. The pale flush spreading across her cheeks told me everything I needed to know about the war being waged inside her body right now.
"Fine," she said, the word carrying a tremor she couldn't quite suppress. "Let's talk. Tell me about your date with Emi."
I raised an eyebrow, recognizing the jealous undertone immediately. "Jealous?"
"She's my best friend," Natalia countered, her fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. "She doesn't know what she's getting into with you." There was a protective fierceness in her voice, but beneath it lay something more possessive, more personal.
