“Well, you kinda gave me no choice.” I raise my brows.
“And you regretted that, Samantha?” He creases his brows.
“Yeah,” I say quietly.
He slumps his back against the chair then presses his lips together into a thin line. His frown deepens as he stares blankly at the table while I’m biting my lip to hide my smile. He’s so affected of I sad.
He clears his throat this time, and I want to say I’m just messing up with him, but before I can say anything our gazes meet. My eyes widen because he’s now narrowing his eyes on me.
“Oops!” I grin sheepishly
“Funny, huh?” He stands up and drags my chair away from the table. I yelp in surprise. He slips his hand under my knees and his other hand on my back. He lifts me up and carries me bridal style.
Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck
