54 Blackmailing the blackmailer
“Ouch!” Zara turned so that she was lying face up. The lights in the room almost blinded her. When had she fallen asleep? “Now, my back hurts!”
Andrew shuffled beside her, coming closer. She could feel his breath touch her bare shoulder—warm and splendid. It tickled her, drawing a smile from her. His touch was warm. Zara turned and faced him, her eyebrows raised. “It’s your fault, you know?”
Andrew chuckled, amused. He grabbed his notebook from the bedside table and wrote on it. Afterwards, he handed to her. Oddly, he didn’t tear it out this time. “Are you sure I’m at fault?” the note said. “When you were trying all kinds of acrobatics with me?”
“You’re not helping!” Zara tossed the notebook at him. She chuckled, shaking her head. “I did think that acrobatics was fun, but you didn’t have to be so…hard on me!”