"I-I," Ziana stuttered, her mind freezing as his face came close to hers, her eyes fixated on his plum lips. Forcing her gaze away, she looked at the staircase and mumbled, "Oh, hi, Mom."
But her efforts didn't seem to affect Zayden, who continued staring at her in a way that was both sensual and unsettling, threatening to break her sanity. Oh, damn! This was spiraling out of control. Ziana thought, gazing into his intense charcoal eyes that held her captive.
Refocusing her thoughts, she quickly lifted her hand and nudged his hand away from the edge of the couch where he was guarding her. Capitalizing on his momentary loss of balance, she rolled off the couch.
"Ouch!" In her hasty escape, she forgot about the table in front of the couch. Rubbing her forehead, she got back on her feet and ran towards the staircase.
