"It's you who…." Noah stopped, realizing what he was about to say.
Jake was the one to hurt his lip while kissing the previous night and Noah wanted to say, 'You are the one who did it.'
A cold shiver passed across Noah's spine as he remembered that moment when Jake bit his lip, pulling with his teeth while kissing. It didn't feel painful at all. Instead, Noah liked it.
Jake waited for Noah to finish it but seeing him quiet; Jake asked, "What about me?"
Noah snapped out of that memory and warned, "It's you who is invading my privacy. Stop asking me such personal questions."
Noah managed to answer and stop the situation going in the wrong way, but he cursed himself in his mind, 'Damn, why am I like this?'
He was always careful with his words, and it was not normal for him to lose his mind just because someone provoked him.
Jake smirked, "I can't promise you that."
"Then don't expect me to answer you anything."
