Claire Green leaned against the wall and hearing this, she cleared her throat somewhat unnaturally, "Misunderstanding."
Julian Sia's eyes glimmered with laughter, and his slender fingers scratched her chin as he spoke nonchalantly.
"Oh, is that so? Then tell me, what kind of misunderstanding makes you, Claire, crave my body for so long?"
Claire Green's eyelashes fluttered, her hands hanging by her sides shifted slightly.
"Not craving."
The girl's voice was very light, like a cat's paw scratching at one's heart, tickling.
Upon hearing this, Julian Sia's fingers moved once more.
"So it's just a fantasy then?"
The man curled his thin red lips, his tone lazy and teasing, unable to hide his playful banter.
"..."
Claire Green felt her chin, where he had scratched, burning like fire, and couldn't help but raise her hand to touch it.
Julian Sia, seeing the girl's silence, slowly leaned in, so close that turning their heads slightly could lead to a kiss.
