“Wills Waltson, can’t you say something meaningful," she said.

"I'm not sure either. I didn't want to say something proper when I was by your side. The instant I saw your face, I felt compelled to commit a crime. Didn't I tell you your therapeutic fragrance is really appealing?"

She was speechless, so she grabbed the blanket and drew it nearer him. "Stop talking and go to bed."

Wills Waltson looked at her embarrassed and anxious appearance before lying down. "Luna ."

She fixed her gaze. "What happens now?"

"Let's go to bed together."

"I'll have to think about it for a long."

He took the book she was holding...