"Don't move," John cautioned, holding her waist.
"What's wrong?" Diana inquired.
"We might start a fire with all that friction," he replied with a sly grin.
Diana's mind raced for a moment before she caught on to his meaning. "You... are you being naughty?" She blinked, and then immediately realized she might have crossed a line.
...
With a swift movement, Diana's face turned crimson.
"I won't move... let's just sleep," she stammered, scrambling to extricate herself from John's embrace and clutching the bedsheet in a fluster.
John's eyes, like a phoenix's, narrowed as he gazed intently at the petite woman before him, as if she were his prey. He had assumed she'd grown bolder, but it seemed he had overestimated her.
She talked a big game, but when it came to action, she was nothing
