"I, I'm not angry." Joanna Lawrence blushed, feeling a little breathless as he got closer.
"Really?" Ashton Heath closed the distance between them by another two centimeters, his warm breath brushing against her lips as he pressed her chin with his fingertips, gently caressing it, "Then give me a kiss, and I'll believe you."
"W-what?!"
Joanna was startled, her eyes widening in surprise.
Ashton watched her slightly parted pink lips, his eyes narrowing slightly, the depths of his gaze growing darker.
Her lips tasted wonderful.
A sweet flavor.
He had tasted them many times that night.
Thinking of that night, his eyes darkened further.
Feeling the heat of his gaze, Joanna's heart fluttered, and she pushed him away with a hand.
She moved a little to the side, keeping some distance between them, blushing as she said, "Ashton, be serious, will you?"
He was making her extremely flustered.
She had the urge to run away.
