Watching Nora Fatehi's adorable little earlobe, Caesor found it utterly fascinating. He leaned in again, his breath brushing against her ear as his voice dropped to a deep, tantalizing murmur—like a seductive bass note that sent a shiver down her spine. "That woman is practically gloating in your face. You're really okay with that?"
Sure enough, the pink flush on her ear deepened.
How adorable.
Nora Fatehi was sitting next to Chloe Bishop, and she pressed herself closer to her friend, but she still couldn't escape Caesor's "enthusiasm."
When she felt half his body weight leaning against her, she couldn't help but hiss under her breath, "Caesor, back off!"
Caesor seemed thoroughly amused by her flustered irritation, like a boy who'd stumbled upon a particularly fascinating and adorable
