He squeezed her cheeks left and right, his fingers pressing into their soft warmth without holding back.
Charlotte's eyes wavered slightly, her vision shaking from the force as her lips were pushed together in an awkward shape.
For a brief moment, her mind went completely blank.
'What… was he even saying?'
Her thoughts struggled to catch up. Didn't she look seductive enough?
She had taken her time, prepared herself, even tried to set the mood… so why was he talking about her being cute?
Her brows slowly pulled together as she stared at him, her cheeks still trapped in his hands.
A faint heat rose to her face, not from shyness, but from something far more dangerous.
'What the hell?'
Didn't she look like something tempting? Like something meant to be desired? Like a cake waiting to be eaten?
'So why was he…'
Before he could say anything more, Charlotte suddenly jerked her head back, slipping free from his grip in one quick motion.
And then…
Bam!
