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Her teeth banged against each other as she shivered involuntarily. It was too cold for her, probably exactly right for Noah.

It was the kind of cold that bit into her bones, making her want warmth no matter where it came from.

She craved Noah’s warmth to wrap herself in his body heat and never leave. He radiated heat as if he had bottled the sun.

She wanted to steal that warmth and be enveloped in the security only he could provide her with. They were in this together.

Her hands clenched around his bare shoulders. It wasn’t long before she found herself tucking her nose into his hair and around his neck.

Noah rubbed his cheek over her head, scenting her, she thought, though she was only trying to steal his warmth, not his scent. Either he understood or he didn’t want her exposed because he piled the blankets on top of her, tucking the edges over his hips.

She wanted to stay in his embrace forever, feeling safe and secure in the warmth he provided.

Stupid because he was a stranger.

He rubbed her arms. The friction he created caused addictive heat to build up in her body. Relieved that her eyes had adjusted to the dark, she could finally see him and his concerned gaze.

It almost made her laugh because she had been so certain he was going to harm or kill her.

While on the verge of passing out, she saw grey and black with a pinpoint of light in the middle as if the great beyond was begging her to come in, telling her there was nothing left there for her, and for a blinding moment, she believed it.

Fortunately, her life hadn’t flashed before her eyes, and she hadn’t died…small victories.

She felt that her life lacked excitement and had given up hope in experiencing it. However, as he breathed on her neck and made her hair stand on end, she realised that she might have been wrong in wishing for more excitement.

Her eyes filled with tears as she whispered, “I just needed a job while I figured out what I wanted to do with my life.” His hands on her arms, he stilled against her. He looked at her, his eyes gentle and understanding, though he probably didn’t understand at all. “I just wanted a job,” she sobbed, closing her eyes.

When he pulled her into his arms so that her back was facing him, her eyes shot open.

When he stayed holding her, she relaxed taking the comfort he offered. As she snuggled in the spoon position, his heat at her back, the blankets on top of her she nearly broke down.

He rubbed her stomach in small circles and held her other hand. Holding onto the thought of getting out and breathing steadily helped her hold it together. He made soothing noises, trying his best to help her stay calm.

She wouldn’t have sex with him, she knew that. She didn’t want to be involved in whatever weird experiment they were conducting. It was too bad she didn’t get a say.

“Noah. Do they have cameras?” He growled in response, and she frowned, wondering how to word it so he could answer. “Cameras, erm…screens. Do they watch you?”

She felt Noah’s hands rubbing against her skin. Confused, she turned in his arms, but only because he allowed her to, then looked into his blue eyes and swallowed.

Looking into his eyes was unnerving, so she glanced at the wall before focusing again.

Using her fingers, she gestured at her eyes before pulling them away from them and sweeping them left to right as if searching for something. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out. Noah frowned. She bit her lip and tried again.

First, she pointed at the door in the direction of the people who threw her into the room, then at her eyes, then at the room. It must have struck a chord with him because his eyes flared with recognition as he nodded.

After licking her lips, she asked herself, “What next?” When she looked at Noah, his eyes kept going to her mouth. He touched her lips again with his hand, his mouth tightened.

He didn’t understand the term personal space and she wasn’t going to point it out when she needed his heat and didn’t want to upset him. Adrienne tried to figure out how to ask for what she wanted next.

Her hand covered his ear and she whispered. Then she uncovered it and pointed to the door.

He didn’t reply, yet didn’t seem confused, so she spoke again, cupping her ear as if she were listening. “Hello, Noah. Are they able to hear us?”

While trying to figure out what she was asking, his eyes caught sight of her hands. With her ear covered, she pointed at the door and opened her mouth pretending to speak.

Gritting his teeth, he said, “Nooo…”

Suddenly, she felt relief wash over her as her face pressed into her hand, and the other fell to the bed. “They can’t hear us, that’s good.” But was it really good? Ultimately, it didn’t matter.

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