He had spent the previous afternoon watching the tether knock my legs out from under me while strangers screamed my name from underground rooms. Then he had been the one stuck downstairs repairing Lingyun while Chenghai took me upstairs and reminded himself that I was still alive in a much more enjoyable way.
Yuche had waited.
And he clearly thought he had waited long enough.
About halfway through the movie, his mouth touched the side of my neck. I tilted my head slightly and kept watching the screen, letting his lips moved lower.
The hand beneath my shirt slid slowly across my stomach before stopping just below my breast. I turned my head enough to look at him and raised an eyebrow. "Are you watching any of this?"
Yuche didn't even bother glancing toward the television. His eyes stayed on me while his thumb moved lazily against my skin. "Nope. Not even a little."
Well, at least he wasn't pretending.
