Diana quickly picked her up from Maxim's arm, "She treats you like candy," she bit her lips as she looked at the wet patch on his skin and shirt.
Diana quickly grabbed her bag from the kitchen island and brought a handkerchief from it as she extended her hand towards him.
"She does, doesn't she?" He asked, looking at the handkerchief in her hand with a contemplative look on his face.
"Yes—" Diana trailed off under his meaningful gaze, her mind wandering off to the day she bit him while dreaming of a pastry.
Was he… No way, was Maxim insinuating 'like niece, like Aunt' by that accusing gaze of his?
She extended her hand towards him, shaking the handkerchief quietly.
Maxim arched his neck as he comfortably placed his hand on the kitchen island, "Do it."
Her gaze dropped to Angel's drool on his skin and suddenly, for some bizarre reason, she found the sight hot.
Did baby drool make every man look so hot?
