Previously.
"Honey, why are you just silent and looking at me like that?" Bastian asked.
"What's wrong with your neck, Bastian?! Why are there so many red marks? Did you - " Nasha looked suspiciously at her lover.
"Oh, it's... " Bastian tried to look calm in front of Nasha, he didn't want her to become suspicious of him. "I got a mosquito bite last night, it was itchy. So I scratched it," Bastian said, that was the only reason he could tell Nasha.
"Aren't you lying to me, Bastian?!" Nasha was still staring at Bastian with a suspicious look, she was so sure that the red mark was not because of the scratching effect from Bastian's hand.
"What am I lying for?" Bastian wraps his arms around Nasha's waist, brings his face close to hers and nuzzles her neck until it turns red.
Ssshht...
Nasha moans against his lips.
"Trust me," Bastian whispered, "Nothing happened to me. I was really working last night, not making love."
