"Hehehe..."
Little Teddy's laughter continued.
His large, bright eyes gleamed with innocence. That laughter was indeed delightful.
But it did not alleviate the awkwardness between the two.
The ambiguity lingered, making the room even quieter despite the laughter.
Abigail's skin turned pink at a visible pace, while Brandon Piers continued to gaze at the soft, rounded flesh in his hands, shocked by its beauty.
"Let go!" Abigail keenly felt the cold touch of the man's distinctly jointed fingers on her skin. Her body tingled briefly, then Teddy's laughter brought her to her senses. Blushing fully, she noticed the man still staring blankly and shouted in embarrassment.
"I..." Brandon wanted to explain, but his throat was so dry that he didn't know what to say.
Abigail, still holding Teddy, couldn't free her hands. She growled in frustration, "What do you mean, 'I'? Let go, quickly."
"Oh, I'll immediately..."
Thump, thump, thump!
