"What is wrong with you?" He asked in a tone that told her just how much he was controlling himself from devouring her.
"What?!" She raised her eyebrow in a questioning manner, and Adrik's face contorted into one that held deep irritation. "Don't try to tempt me this morning, Leia. Let me be." He drew back to get off her, but she pulled him down, not letting him go. "We need to talk!"
Adrik narrowed his orifices at her, and she rolled her eyes at him. "Seriously, we need to. You have to hear me out before being unnecessarily angry at me." She gazed at him with pleading in her eyes, and a deep breath left Adrik's nose.
He got off her and made his way to the sofa, then sat down and crossed his legs. Leia stood up from the bed and strolled over to him. She took a seat beside him, then grabbed his hands and gently began to caress them.
"Adrik, do you think that I don't really love you?" She inquired, her gaze fixed on the glass window.
