TRIVIA'S POV.
“Get your nasty hands off me!” I retorted, my words cold and firm while I took steps back away from him
“And there you go, being naughty, it turns me on and yes I do know how you think of me as a perverted psycho who goes around kissing you” his fingers trailed along my jawline down to my chin and then lingered against my lips briefly.
“Well, aren't you a psycho , a perverted one after all, you can't just go about kissing me as you wish.” I retorted sternly again, I felt rage building up within mW, I didn't die and resurrect just to come back to life, being for some other man.
“Well at least, I am not there, come on behind me, we have to leave now, veryones wythe table.” He said nothing else and turned to his feets while I walked on behind him.
Thankfully I was clothe
