Lissy Lock didn't even know what was going on with her.
Finally, she sighed helplessly, "John Fame, do you remember we agreed not to fight anymore...?"
"I remember." He responded.
"Then let's not fight." Lissy said, "Let's stick to the agreement."
"I didn't want to fight with you."
Lissy pouted, "I didn't want to fight with you either, you were the one who slammed the table first."
John raised an eyebrow, reached out to embrace her firmly in his arms," You ran in barefoot in pajamas, so tempting, but then you end up saying things that aren't pleasing to hear..."
No wonder he was angry.
His shirt carried his scent, a faint fragrance. Without resisting, Lissy quietly leaned against his chest, "John Fame."
"Hmm?"
"If I say something pleasant... would it make you a bit happier? And then..."
John cut her off, "And then let Walter Smith off?"
"Hmm..."
"Impossible." John refused without a second thought.
Lissy stood up and pushed him away, "Forget I said anything."
