“Miss Shay?” Clarissa called out. Dorian slightly chuckled as he gently wiped at my lips with his thumb. He gave me one last peck on the cheek then stood up. Furiously blushing, I tried to maintain my composure as I replied to Clarissa, “Come in,” my voice sounding embarrassingly squeaky.
Clarissa opened the door and laid a tray of food on my lap. But as soon as she saw my face, she felt my cheeks and asked, “Miss Shay, are you alright? Are you running a fever?”
That made me redden even more. “No, no, I’m just, um, probably just—”
“I told her she snores when she’s sleeping,” Dorian stepped in, clearly finding my being flustered to be amusing.
Clarissa sighed and gave him a stern look. She turned to me and said, “You do not, miss. He is only saying that to tease you.”
“Oh,” I nervous
