What just happened?
Marcel wondered even as he withdrew his hand with lightning speed, placing it on his chest as if he was electrocuted and now scared for his life.
What the hell, Marcel thought as he stared hard at Arianna and would have bored a hole in her forehead with that kind of intensity, if it was possible.
What did that witch do to him now? Marcel was still thinking when she stirred. But instead of waking up, Arianna scratched her neck, muttering some incomprehensible words as if she was having a dream.
However, Marcel was not concerned with any of those because his eyes were fixed on her lips; watching the way it puckered up.
Marcel gulped, her lips were tempting.
Oh no.
He looked away at once with lightning speed.
What the hell, Marcel? What is wrong with you? Why are you so obsessed with someone else's lips?
"Get a grip of yourself!" Marcel muttered, slapping his cheeks as
