Mia Grant frowned in annoyance and pushed him away.
Unlike the last two times, Yates Donovan didn't budge an inch.
He pressed down, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his body as immovable as a mountain.
Yates Donovan chuckled by her ear, amused by her futile effort.
"How many times have I told you? We can talk, but don't get so close!" Mia Grant took a deep breath and shoved him hard.
This time, he swayed, and his lips, still warm with his breath, brushed unexpectedly against her earlobe.
"…"
They both froze.
His slightly moist lips lingered by her ear, an intimate caress worthy of a lover.
Mia Grant appeared perfectly calm, but her ears betrayed her, burning hot.
Yates Donovan snapped out of it and watched as her ears visibly reddened.
He seemed a little surprised, raising an eyebrow.
He stared for a few seconds at the spot he'd just kissed, then turned his head to look at her face.
Mia Grant's gaze was slightly vacant, her thoughts a mystery.
