Making her way towards Alvin from the ensuite, Anya tugged his sleeves. Without high heels, she couldn't reach his ears. Alvin glanced at her slender fingers on his sleeves and looked at her face. He understood she wanted him to lower or sit so that she could speak with him in a low voice.
When was he so obedient?
He held her slim waist with both of his hands and lifted her. Anya gasped, she quickly grabbed his broad shoulders when her heart pounded in her chest. He spun and made her stand on the couch making her taller than him.
"Alvin Ma…" She almost choked on her words and questioned angrily, "Couldn't you ask permission before holding me?" She forgot she could climb on it if he had asked her to.
Alvin looked at his shoulder where she was still clutching him, digging her nails into his jacket. Anya quickly lifted her hands and reasoned, "I-I held you because you lifted me."
