"L-Look, I'm sorry if I forced you." Fear can be seen in his eyes. "I'm going to cook, just don't be mad--"
"That's not it, Mongreco." I grinned. His forehead creased.
"What do you mean?"
I didn't answer and stood up from the high chair. I clung my arms on his neck and reached for his lips. I myself initiated the kiss. At first few seconds, he didn't move. As if shocked of my boldness. But immediately recovered and returned my kisses in a rough way.
Using his strong arms, he lifted me up to the counter top. He made me sit there, while he stood up between my parted legs.
"Sleep here." He whispered between our kisses. I moaned when he sucked my lower lip like it's some sort of candy or sweets he wants to devour.
"I-I can't..."
Because I didn't get to say goodbye to mommy so she might worry more if I don't come home. As much as I want to be with him, I don't want to stress my mother who is a very busy person.
