"Ayen, I didn't really mean to do it. You have to believe me." There was plea mixed in his voice but Cayenne remained rooted on the place she's standing, no movement or words. "Ayen, I don't understand why these things happen when we're getting along just fine. And it was not my intention to kiss you – no, that wasn't a kiss. Our lips just slightly brush. If I really kissed you, I wouldn't just caress your lips."
"Then, you really had a plan?!"
"Yes. I mean, No. I don't have any plan like that." Cayenne closed her eyes in irritation. She had no idea what she'll do this time. Her heart beat was still erratic and she even likes the feeling of his lips. Stefan looked at her, worried and pleading. "Can we talk about this later? I promise I'll accept any punishment that you'd give."
