Bab 62: Deal with his third brother

Chris tiptoed in her direction. Her chin propped up on her palm, fingers folded inwards. She was looking hella cute and relishing in her own world of thoughts. He couldn't resist her charm and wanted to take a bite.

Chris' lips perked upwards slightly, his eyes sparkled with stars at the thought of stealing a kiss. His steps halted midway, when her hair flipped because of the air from the adjacent balcony.

Entangled in her thoughts, she scrunched her face in irritation. With her slender fingers she turned them up in a messy updo.

"Shit!" He muttered softly and thought gritting his teeth in utter helpness, 'Womannnn… I don't know how long I could hold myself. You will make me a criminal someday.'

He gulped, his breaths were short but steady but his stare was fixed on her.

His desires brimmed at the sight of the white chocolate cake sitting in front of him. She had no idea that she was getting devoured under those scrutinizing glares.