As soon as Jenna realized what she was doing, she pulled back abruptly. She pushed him away and covered her mouth, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and anger. "Are you stupid? How could you just start anywhere you like?" she muttered, her voice trembling with frustration.
She turned to leave, but before she could take more than a few steps, Marcel caught her arm and pulled her back. "You reciprocated!" he mused, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"I didn't," Jenna retorted, her voice firm despite the flush of embarrassment on her cheeks. "I'm famished. Let my arm go," she urged, trying to sound more authoritative.
Marcel lowered his arm but didn't release her entirely. Instead, he took her hand gently but firmly, showing his possessiveness. "Let's enjoy the buffet inside," he asserted, h
