"So, are you going to say it or not? If you don't call me today, I'll kiss your little lips until they're swollen," Xavier Warren said, pretending to lean in for a kiss.
Nora Harrow quickly pushed him away, "Did you forget to take your medicine today? Let me get it for you."
Just as they parted, he held her back again, staring at her intensely, "You're the medicine. Just let me have a taste of you!"
His gaze was so enticing, like a mythical creature refined over thousands of years. Nora was momentarily mesmerized, but she quickly recovered and twitched her lips, "Xavier, stop messing around. I have to go out."
Xavier pinched her chin, "Why do you call this messing around? Why don't you like talking about these things with me? We're getting married. Isn't it normal for a couple to discuss such topics? Are you shy, or do you just not want to talk to me?"
There was a slight hint of jealousy in his words, a poisonous snake biting deep into his heart!
