I sat on the cold floor and watched as Nadia ended up straddling Jonah. Her cheeks flushed, her breath shallow and then—she murmured in a voice just loud enough for me to hear,
"Jonah, your abs are still as hard as they used to be..."
Jonah stiffened, coughing awkwardly. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push her away. His hands remained firmly on her waist.
Nadia turned her gaze toward me, her eyes welling up with tears. She bit her lip, as if on the verge of sobbing.
"Arabelle, I'm so sorry! Please, you can yell at me, hit me, do whatever you need to—just don't take it out on Jonah! If he gets hurt..."
Disgusted by their pathetic act, I pushed myself up from the floor and walked straight out of the room.
"If you're so worried, then go ahead and check him out. Want me to give you some privacy?"
Jonah's expression twisted. His face, already tinged with lust, darkened instantly. I wasn't sure if he was holding something back or just furious.
"Arabelle! That's disgusting."
Disgusting?
It hadn't even been thirty seconds and he was already reminiscing about old times with Nadia. Who was being disgusting here?
I turned back and kindly closed the door for them.