Cyrus froze instantly, his breath heavy as he leaned his head on Mabel's shoulder, his voice hoarse.
"What do you think I want?" he asked, a hint of anger in his tone.
As he spoke, his hand started moving downward again, but Mabel, panicking, grabbed it tightly.
"Cyrus! Your fiancée is right outside! How can you do this? Are you out of your mind?"
"Yes, I am! I've been losing my mind ever since you said you were Donald's girlfriend!"
His emotions flared as he tried to kiss her again, but Mabel turned her head sharply, avoiding his touch.
"Cyrus, please respect me—and your fiancée! Whatever we had between us was a mistake. Let's not make it worse."
"You think what we had was a mistake?" Cyrus shot back, gripping her chin suddenly and forcing her to look at him.
"Do you regret being
