"What time is it?" I checked my phone when he asked. " . "
"We have about an hour. What shall we do until then?" When he said that, the hand I felt on my hip scared me.
"Pervert!" I squeaked.
"Get your hands off me you filthy pervert!" I started screaming, but my scream turned into a laugh because his fingers were tickling my stomach.
"Leave me!" I was angry and laughing at the same time because he kept tickling me. I took deep breaths as his hands rested on my legs.
My laughter gradually ceased. Brave was leaning over me, looking at me, and a hand went up my leg and up my hip.
"Brave," I muttered, but I said his name eagerly. Cesur had already gotten the message, and we were both driven to action by the sudden impulse.
But we had to stop before our feelings and actions intensified, because it was already past midnight.
