Chapter 95 The Smell Of Desire

• Early the next morning, Lornado approached Britney’s room to wake her for her classes. As he knocked gently on the door, he recalled the previous night's events, his cheeks warming at the memory. When he received no response, he opened the door and peeked in. Britney was sprawled on her bed, the duvet half on the floor, her face buried in the pillow, moaning softly from the throbbing pain in her head.
• “Britney, it’s time to get up,” Lornado said, his voice soft but insistent.
• She grumbled in response, burying her face deeper into the pillow. “Go away,” she mumbled, her words muffled.