Carabella blinked nervously, afraid her lover would suddenly kiss her. Even though they had kissed satisfyingly yesterday, she didn't want to kiss again today because they had to go to work. She slowly leaned back, trying to control her breathing, which was starting to become labored. Even though she really liked kissing Jefferson, that didn't mean she would continue doing it. Moreover, she admitted that she was addicted to kissing him yesterday.
"Jeff, could you step aside for a moment? I haven't finished preparing our breakfast yet."
Jefferson tilted his head back, his gaze returning to the image of his own face, his lips curling into a pout. "Is my face really that ugly? Why can't you draw better?"
"I went to all the trouble of drawing for you, and you didn't even compliment me." Her eyes narrowed, comparing her drawing to her lover's handsome face. "It does look a bit like you. It's just that I accidentally drew it so curly."
