Chapter 170 Heartless? Backing Out Again?

• A storm had raged through much of the night before finally ceasing. At 1:50 AM, Candice awoke from a semi-conscious haze, her fingers too weary to bend. Her features wore a satisfied languor. The clamminess clung to her body as if coated with glue—every stir threatened to lift the sheets. She craved a shower.
• Like a sluggish caterpillar, she dragged herself upright.
• “Don’t move.” A firm hand pressed against her chest, and a warm kiss brushed her earlobe. “Where do you want to run off to? You’re home.”