Panicked, her instinct kicked in—her lips pressing into a thin line to muffle the words.
"What the hell are you thinking?! You shameless pervert!" she yelled through the seal, then yanked herself forcefully free.
She slumped onto the couch, shooting him a death glare sharp enough to leave a mark.
Zane only let out a scoff at the missed opportunity. "Seems I have to work harder on improving my charms," he muttered, a hint of disappointment in his voice as he straightened his tie.
Selina rolled her eyes, annoyance flashing across her features. "As if. You think far too highly of yourself."
Damien, caught in the middle of the sizzling tension, gripped the steering wheel tighter. The air in the car had thickened so much that he could almost choke on it.
"Good grief," he muttered inwardly, ears turning red. "They're not even kissing yet, and I can already feel third-wheel heatstroke coming on."
