Days passed, and to everyone around them, it seemed perfectly normal that Zoe was simply Ciel’s nurse, taking care of him as part of her job.
But when they were alone together, they acted far closer than that… closer than lovers, clinging to each other as though the world beyond his room didn’t exist.
Just like now.
Ciel lay stretched out on the long sofa, his head resting on her lap while they watched a Hollywood action movie. On the square coffee table were snacks and drinks, and with the lights off and the huge TV screen glowing before them, it almost felt like they were in a private cinema.
Zoe tapped his hand when it started wandering beneath her blouse, his palm finding its way to her chest. Ciel groaned softly but didn’t move his hand away, his eyes still fixed on the screen.
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