While Mirabel tried to get her bearings back, Jorge was secretly cursing himself; even though he tried to make light of the situation, his control had slipped! He wanted her to feel comfortable with him but not in that way. She was special, and he knew that he needed to take his time with her!
"This should never happen again," he vowed to himself. Keeping the smile intact on his face to mask his inner thoughts, he walked back to his seat and, this time, patted the space beside him. She looked at him warily.
"Take a seat. I won't bite, you know. Also, that peck you gave …, I don't even think it qualifies as one, but that would not be enough payment for a whole week, and you know it."
She glared at him and then sat on the settee but tried to move as far back from him as possible. He let out that annoying but sweet chuckle and then said,
"Do you know that you look cute and even more beautiful when you glare? You should do that more often,"
