Chapter 8
Yavana POV
Despite the fact that I had already pushed him and he was aware that there was someone behind us, he still wanted to touch me. When he was going to kiss me again, I pulled his face away, but Stephen only scratched his head. I wish I could ask him if he's not embarrassed that someone caught us, because me? I want to hide underground and be nothing more than a potato. He took my hand in his and wanted to kiss my lips.
"Tsk. Cut me some slack, can you?" His expression was already irritated, and he was clearly holding back. Stephen moved cautiously to the side of the wall, as if he were a robber, since he was afraid of Elijah punching him in the face for interfering with what we were doing. I bit my lower lip because I considered it "interfering." When else has kissing
