Micah
Dennise crossed her arms, leaning casually against a shelf, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Isn't it exciting?" she asked, a sly grin forming on her lips. "Hiding from those people while doing dirty things behind the shelf? Feels like we're in a forbidden adventure."
I couldn't help but smirk in return, the thrill of the moment outweighing my lingering doubts. "Fine then," I said, stepping closer to her, my voice low and filled with confidence. "Shall we continue? I won't get distracted now."
Dennise pushed herself off the shelf and closed the distance between us. "Good," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Let's pick up where we left off."
