Maya found herself wedged between the seat and Charles’s muscular frame. His hand remained in the same position as before, but their faces were nearly touching, his thin lips brushing against hers in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. His voice turned husky as he said, "Miss Cooper, how am I being fuzzy with you, huh?"
The warmth of his breath enveloped her, causing her to tilt her head back slightly, trembling all over. Still, she gritted her teeth and declared firmly, "What you're doing right now is definitely fuzzy.”
“Is it groping?" Charles smirked, his lips curling into a teasing smile. He pressed a long finger down, and with a click, he said, "It's unbuckled."
Unbuckled?
Maya stared at him, confused, until she noticed him tilt his chin, urging her to look down at her chest.
