The current atmosphere was indescribably sticky and sweet.
Yvonne Finley's leg cramp hadn't completely subsided, and Caleb Baker's hand was still meticulously massaging it. Despite the rumble from the crowd outside, their secluded corner was brimming with seductive warmth.
She lowered her head.
Caleb Baker maintained his leisurely posture, leaning against the back of the seat. His eyes, filled with emotion, never left her. The minty sweetness of his breath was irresistibly tantalizing.
His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, "Kiss me."
Yvonne Finley was taken aback for a few seconds. She couldn't understand this sudden request. The atmosphere just now had already felt a bit off to her, and was he now asking her to kiss him?
"Hmm?"
"Don't keep your waist so straight." His hand on her slender waist gave a slight push, in a low husky voice, "Easier to get closer that way."
