CHAPTER 19
Spencer tightened his embrace on her body. "Muffle my hair." He commanded, looking up at her face. She did not spare a glance on him and did what he wanted. She gently scratches his curly light brown hair.
He lifted his body without changing position, buried his face onto her neck and shoulder. Due to the numbness of her arms, Yanarym stopped combing his hair which made him raise his head.
"Don't stop." He said demandingly, reaching for her hand to move it on his own. Yanarym sighed and continued to muffle his hair as he wished. Satisfied, he buried his face once more on her neck.
"Baby ..." He said when he felt that her hand left his hair unattended. "...don't stop."
"I need to flip the page." She muttered, quickly getting back her hand on its job scratching his head.
"Whatever, don't stop brushing my hair!" He growled at her ears and pinched her stomach. Yanarym arched her brows with this childishness.
It's about a villain who desperately wants to be love by her.