Chapter 130: The Class in Trouble

Aya's lips curled into a blissful smile. She lay sprawled across Fabian Farrell's chest, tracing lazy circles on his skin with pale, delicate fingers. Neither spoke-a warm, intimate silence wrapped around them, each lost in their own thoughts. Fabian slid his right arm around her slim waist, savoring the smooth line of her back. "Fabian, I slept with you just like that. Do you think I'm easy?" Aya looked up at him, eyes flickering with nervous doubt. "How could I?" Fabian cupped her face gently....