The Room Is Spinning

The room spun and Lina lost her footing and she fell directly into Eon’s arms, but she couldn't say anything but make a sound because his mouth was on hers, stopping her from complaining—she wasn’t going to complain though. She even opened her mouth to accept Eon's scorching tongue and she had her arms circled around his neck.

"What happened to your living room?" He asked when he lifted his lips from hers and he didn't find the couch in the living room. He scanned the room that was littered with unfinished canvas and opened a new tube of paint.

"I don't have a living room," she said, creasing her brows. " I don't need a living room, my landlady has a beautiful garden." She pulled her arms off his neck and she was about to step away from Eon when he bent down and picked her up from the floor, carried her in his arms, and headed to her bedroom.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

“Carrying you.” His expression told her that question was a foolish one. The punch