Andrei stopped in his tracks, turning to see Isabel's shocked face. "What am I doing here? Did you forget what happened last night?"
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with post-coital satisfaction, clearly pleased with their s*x.
Even though Andrei hadn't really slept, he felt an unusual surge of energy. Even his mind seemed sharper and clearer than before.
Isabel sat up, which caused the blanket to slip from her chest, revealing scattered kiss marks on her skin. Her eyes quickly swept over Andrei's muscular chest and back, marked with red scratches. Fragments of their passionate night flashed in her mind. The warmth and touch of his hands still lingered on her skin.
"Oh, God! Isabel, what were you thinking? How could you sleep with Andrei? Weren't you with Chris last night?" Panic
