"Still mad at me?" Julian asked with a grin.
Lyvana didn't look up, her thumb swiping aggressively across the cracked screen of her phone.
"No, I'm not," she responded.
"Liar," he chuckled, stepping into her space until their toes touched. Then he lifted her chin from the phone, forcing her to meet his gaze.
"If you are not mad, give me a kiss."
"I am not mad and I am not kissing you," she replied.
"Then you are still mad at me," Julian teased, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. Lyvana rolled her eyes, trying to push him away, but Julian didn't move.
"Don't push it, Julian."
"I like pushing it," he murmured. "Especially with you. Ok, let's say you're no longer mad at me, then prove it, in your own way."
"And what way is that?"
He leaned closer. "You tell me."
She sighed, shaking her head. Then she placed her hands flat against his chest.
"You want proof?" she said softly.
"I do."
