"N-Nux… what… what are you doing…?"
Sharnoth asked, her voice cracking because of how unreasonably sensitive her body was. Her mind had become a much bigger mess, so big that…
That she didn't even realize what she had just done.
For a moment, the only thing echoing inside the giant room was her voice, as if the sole purpose of this echo was for Sharnoth to realize how big of a mistake she had made.
And since the clue was given—the Chaos Heir too, realized it and she quickly shut her mouth.
But…
The Chaos Heir knew, it was already too late.
For a long, terrible moment nothing happened. Then Nux's chest rose and fell against her back in a slow, deliberate manner and that was when she realized it.
He was awake.
And finally—
"Sharnoth Nocthys."
She heard his low, warm, lazy voice filled with amusement, her full name rolled off his tongue like a caress and a warning at the same time
"Was that a complaint?"
He asked.
