Valentine happily munched on the cotton candy, her eyes squinting with a smile. So sweet, so delicious.
"Is it good?" The way she licked her lips and then pressed them together was pure, naked temptation!
Mark Reed only felt his throat tighten, his gaze landing on her lips and refusing to move away.
He really wanted a taste too, but not of the cotton candy—he wanted a taste of her fragrant little mouth. He swallowed with difficulty, stood frozen in place, still struggling to hold himself back.
"It's good, do you want a bite?"
"Yeah…"
His throat was burning, and Mark couldn't resist the temptation anymore. He lifted a finger, reached for Valentine's hand, elegantly brushed the cotton candy in front of him aside, and went straight for her lips. Ha, fragrant and sweet—sure enough, delicious!
"Mmm…"
Valentine's big dark eyes were wide open as she stared at Mark's face so close to hers. How could he… do this… and on the street no less…
