“Why? Don’t you want me to leave?” he huskily said.
Elizabeth subtly inhaled softly when he profoundly went inside the cubicle. Whatever is making them hot together, it must be because the whole bar was crowded or the heat they shared that one night’s mistake was reconvening like a precious memory they would never forget.
“U-Uhhh…” she mumbled, confused by her restraining him to leave. “It’s just that…”
“Why? Sweetheart?”
The endearment would have cringed her. It would cringe her before when she couples around during her high school years, or Mari would flirt with her past boyfriends. But no. It was even sweet to her ears.
Cross slowly closed the door behind him, and Elizabeth felt flustered because they were the only ones who were staying inside the cubicle. They stared at each oth
