"Nervous?" she c***s her right eyebrow at me with a grin on her lips.
"It depends, Rolan. Are you?"
"No," I answer. She smiles coyly.
"Me neither," she says, then she tries to move away, but I insist on having her close to my body, so I hold her still.
"Does my touch bite, Mika?" I growl into her ear to see a familiar blush creep up her neck. I never liked girls who blushed profusely at any action, but Davinia's blush is innocent, and from the look on her face, she hates the fact that she does blush, and that makes me want to tease her more.
"Or it doesn't. I'd love to see how deep your blush can go. I'm glad to be the one to see you in this state." At this, she c***s both right and left brow at me and scoffs like she can't believe how innocent she is, and how I'm the one who gets to
