Alla fell for his enchantment, truly believing he had something legitimate to show her. He guided her hand to his fervent desire, his voice husky as he gently grazed her neck.
"Does it look good?" he teased.
It was her turn to blush, a deep crimson that nearly obscured her natural color.
"No, it doesn't look good..." she protested.
His lips curled into a faint smile, "Then... is it useful?"
With her cheeks burning, Alla looked up at Casiano only to be met with his eyes, where countless stars seemed to converge, reflecting only her. The warmth in his gaze was like a gentle spring breeze, so intoxicating it was impossible not to be enraptured.
She couldn't reconcile the man whispering sweet nothings with the one who spoke such sultry words. Attempting to withdraw her hand, he held it firmly in place.
"Babe, it's your turn to help me now, right?"
