"You want it?" asked Marc provocatively.
Thea frowned. "What?" she asked, confused.
"My lips," Marc replied curtly with an asymmetrical smile plastered.
Thea looked annoyed to see Marc grinning like that. While rolling her eyes, she asked again, "What do you mean?"
"You keep staring at my lips," Marc concluded, emphasising the last two words he said. "Not my eyes."
"What are you thinking about?" asked Mark again.
Thea winced. Her eyelids blinked as she rubbed Marc's face with rough strokes before she finally got up and stood with her back to the alpha with flushed cheeks.
"Don't chatter!" Thea stammered.
Marc stood up, too, then grabbed Thea's hand until they were face to face again.
Marc had nothing else to do but stare at the full cherry lips of the girl in front of him. Mark did it on purpose. He was replying to what Thea had previously done to him.
