Xavier POV
I can't believe what the hell my Pony was doing right now. Was she trying to pull my legs or what?
Leaning in so close and saying all that shit!
I will make her pay later, but for now, I will just tag along. My grandma's eyes won't stop stealing glances at us.
Damn it… I can't believe I'm going through with this. It felt unnatural—like something else had taken over my body.
And now, she had the nerve to insult my acting skills. Does she think it's easy?
Fine .
Let me show her what area of acting I am specialized in.
I stood up and lifted her onto the table.
She froze.
My hands settled firmly on her waist, holding her in place.
Her mouth was filled, her cheeks puffed, and her eyes wide open as she stared at me.
She looked like a bunny. A cute one.
Slowly, I moved my hands upward, sliding just underneath her tank top. The moment my fingers brushed her bare skin, she shivered.
"What are you doing?" she asked, panic clear in her voice.
I didn't answer.
