Chloe and Lex
Chloe Anne Sullivan tried to wriggle free of her bonds for the fourth time in a quarter of an hour. Lex would have respected her determination if her struggles didn’t cause his own ropes to dig into his skin.
“Unless you’re trying to shake free a knife you’ve got hidden somewhere on you, I advise you stop moving. Please,” the last word said with difficulty.
With a wry grin she asked, breathlessly, “Does it hurt?”
He rolled his eyes, “Why yes, yes it does.”
“Good.” She wriggled some more.
“Chloe!” He said sharply as the rope finally cut into his flesh and sent blood crawling down his palm and over his fingertips onto hers.( . . . )