Alex half bit his lips as he looked down at her big clear eyes. He was so damn turned on and the reading hadn't even started yet.
He bent closer until his lips almost brushed against her ear. "Abigail, make sure to read this with feeling, okay?"
Abi narrowed her eyes. "Geez… who do you think I am? I could totally pass as a professional storyteller okay? I have been doing this since I was a teenager. I will make you see what real story telling is." She was very confident and Alex could only chuckle throatily. This naïve little fruit truly was amusing.
"You better show me your professional storytelling then, Abigail. Don't you dare cower midway," he whispered, trailing his finger on her shoulder blade.
"But… but don't distract me like this once I start, okay?" she negotiated.
"Hmm? You're forbidding me to touch you?"
"Mn… while I read. I won't be able to concentrate if your hand touches me like that."
