Ai pursed her lips and mumbled. "You two are indeed similar. I am doing it just fine…"
Jun smiled and stood behind her. He gripped her arm, and his palm slowly traveled his way until her hands that held the bowl.
"Don't feel so down," he whispered as his eyes twinkled with mischief and desire, "I won't be a spartan like my Bro. I will be a good teacher."
Somewhere faintly in her mind, alarm bells were ringing which made her heart pound in her chest.
The word 'teacher' made her recall the banquet night when they danced in this very condo. Jun was supposed to teach her how to dance and he did, but the situation took quite a passionate turn.
Will the teaching here lead to a similar result? She couldn't help but anticipate.
