Call for Help

The shed of morning light came and cast the room with a bright glow. If not for the curtains and veils that shrouded the bed and the arched windows, then Nathalie might've woken up so early.

Even so, she knew she had so many things to do, enough to prompt her to move out and start the day productively.

But then, the waves of numbness coursed through her body, somehow unwilling to move even by an inch.

Never did she have it this way, most especially after what seemed like an endless night affair every time the curse came back. For most of the time, she was beyond active and healthy.

Nathalie rustled on the sheets, but she could only move so little with Keith behind her. Her body became tense right away as she leaned so close to his bare chest.

Not to mention his lower body closed off the gaps between her derriere.

He was rather flaccid, but he sure would always have good credit.