Cayenne's face instantly blushed and she could no longer look into his eyes. She shifted her gaze to the side of his head and muttered, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh." Stefan whispered. "Then, should I show it to you?"
"Ha? Ah? No. No. No, you don't have to. I think I kind of understand what you're saying towards me." She blurted out in a hurry while shaking her head from side to side. She even pressed her hand on his chest to push him a little bit away from her but Stefan held her hand and place it on the huge mound of his pants. Cayenne's already blushing face turned even redder. You can almost squeeze out a drop of blood from her face.
"Can you feel it?" Stefan asked with shaky voice.
"No, I don't." she played dumb with what he was doing.
"Then," Stefan untied the string of his pants while keeping his eyes on her; recording all the fleeting expressions on her face. "…should I place your hand inside for you to know?"
