''I am offended now,'' Maven bit the tip of her finger, ''When a painter holds a brush, inspiration comes to them or when a writer holds a pen, the idea follows. Similarly, when I look at you, my tongue…'' he licked the tip of her finger with the very same 'tongue' that he mentioned, ''….finds its own way. How can you blame me for it?" he blinked again.
''I am not falling for your fake innocence hmph!" Claire tried her best to not sound breathy.
She never thought someone could control her whole body just by doing something like this to her finger.
Maven smiled, pulling Claire onto his lap, ''You are so beautiful,'' he played with the strands of her red hair, ''So, so, so beautiful,'' he whispered.
Claire lowered her head, drawing small circles on his shirt.
''And you are all mine,'' he smiled, cupping her face as he pressed a soft kiss on her lips.
Before Claire could kiss him back, he broke the kiss.
She blinked.
