"Oh, come on, Theovin! I thought you said we were headed to the clubhouse." Ralph probed, running his hand across his face in frustration.
"And I didn't counter that. So keep quiet and stop disturbing the peace of the night," Theovin said bluntly, his irritation evident in his tone.
Theovin hushed Ralph and slowed down his pace as he realized that Rosey in his arms was becoming cold, a worried expression crossing his face.
He was caught up in the moment as he gazed down at Rosey in his arms, his heart breaking as he saw how vulnerable and helpless she looked.
Her lips captivated him. As she parted her pouty pink lips, a glimpse of a wet and juicy red tongue tempted him further.
Theovin's eyes moved up from her tempting lips to her rosy, porcelain face, taking in her smooth features that seemed almost ethereal in their beauty.
