"Master smells so good," Zarniya blushed when she felt him rubbing his face on her chest area.
She wanted to ignore his audacious behavior, yet Messiah would always push her limit.
She abruptly stood up to stop his subtle molestation. But because he was clinging to her, she could not stand up all the way, she lost her balance. She firmly closed her eyes expecting she would fall to the ground.
His hug just tightened. She fell forward and he fell backward. His masculine body cushioned her fall and the dishes on the picnic blanket clashed.
Zarniya widely opened her eyes, "Why… Why you-you did n-not let go?!"
He laughed at what happened, raised his hand, and brushed her hair to tame them on the back of her ears once again.
"Why should I?" He asked.
"What?" Zarniya was perplexed by his complex expression and puzzling question.
