Unable to hold back, Yvonne Finley attempted to stop his unsightly behavior. Her lips were strikingly red, and her eyes were foggy with mist. "Caleb Baker—" she called.
"Hmm?" He was still supporting his head, lazily watching her with a candid gaze, a faint curve to his lips. "Too rough?" he queried.
"..." She gave him a slight glare, noticing that his boundaries were pushing even further — provoking and tantalizing her until she couldn't sit still.
Yvonne decided to turn her head away, pick up her paintbrush, and continue focusing on her desk. After all, her painting wasn't finished yet, and even if she stopped painting, he wouldn't behave. So, she calmed herself down.
She was just a few calming mantras away from peace.
Caleb Baker let his gaze linger on her face for quite some time.
