Third Person's Point of View
Demetria slowly placed Alfeo's right thumb on his signature area when suddenly his hand moved and he grabbed her tightly by her right wrist and pulled her closer to his face. Their faces are only inch away to each other and also their lips.
Her eyes immediately widened out of shockness then their eyes met and she couldn't help but swallow her own saliva out of nervousness.
He smirked.
"And what are you doing here in my room, my princess?"
Demetria automatically left the bed but it was too late because Alfeo suddenly laid her on the bed and Alfeo was now on top of her.
"What the hell are you doing Alfeo!? Get off me!" Demetria tried to free herself from Alfeo's grip but it was stronger than hers and while holding her right hand in both of her hands, Alfeo slowly reached for the paper with her left hand and read it.
