His arms around her tiny waist preventing her from falling, and her hand wrapped tightly around his neck with fear bodly written on her face.
She was do damn scared of falling, "you are alive," his sweet handsome voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Let go of me," she demanded. "Are you sure about that?" He asked and she remembered the position they are.
She could still fall if he let go, "if I were you I would think twice before making a decision," he said before helping her stand straight.
"It's your fault I almost fell,"she accused and threw daggers with her eyes. "Me? Are you saying I am so handsome that you almost fall?" He flirt.
"Handsome my foot," she retorted. "Just admit it already, my handsome face is affecting you," he teased.
"Hey? Look into the mirror before claimin
