Yates Donovan froze, then subconsciously did as she said.
He lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on her soft pink lips.
A faint sheen of moisture from their kiss was still visible on them.
The fingers on her waist grew bolder. He furrowed his brows as a tingling numbness, like a jolt of electricity, shot up from his tailbone.
His Adam's apple bobbed, swallowing repeatedly, his movements growing more impatient.
He leaned down again, seemingly unable to wait, wanting to take the initiative and touch her lips, to taste their fresh dew.
Just as they were about to touch, a hand suddenly covered his mouth.
Immediately after, a sharp pain shot through his waist where someone had pinched him hard.
While he was wincing in pain, a certain someone, her prank a success, laughed and slipped out from under him.
She huffed, lifting her chin haughtily like a proud black swan. "Next time you do that, I'll pinch the inside of your thigh!"
"..."
