Adam Clearing His Name

"Adam."

Luna-Evelyn stood at the doorway, her gaze locked onto Adam, who was sprawled on top of Lyanna. Her expression was hard to describe.

Meanwhile, Adam's nose was buried in something undeniably soft. The overwhelming scent of Lyanna's perfume filled his senses, and for a split second, his mind blanked. When he instinctively gripped onto something for support and raised his head, his brows furrowed.

Then he saw it.

Lyanna's face was completely flushed, her eyes wide in shock.

And worse—his hands were still planted firmly on her chest. He was literally groping them.

"M–Move!" Lyanna's voice came out in a stuttered mix of outrage and embarrassment as she shoved him off with surprising strength.

Adam tumbled onto the floor with a grunt while Lyanna shot to her feet in a hurry. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. No one—absolutely no one—had ever touched her like that before. The very thought made her ears burn.