Tessa Caldwell blushed, angrily hitting his shoulder, "You scoundrel, get up quickly!"
"Forgive me first." Faye not only didn't get up, but instead wrapped his arms around her waist, his hand cautiously slipping into her pajamas.
His plea for forgiveness, of course, carried two meanings.
One for the mishap he caused this time, and another for everything from that year.
A wise man really knows how to seize an opportunity.
Tessa stayed silent, cunningly, he actually wanted to use this mishap to get her complete forgiveness.
Dream on, she firmly grabbed his hand.
Faye didn't budge at all, lowering his head to nip at her collarbone, then moving to the sensitive earlobe, sensing the subtle tremor of her body, and slipping his hand into her pajamas.
Tessa had no choice but to compromise furiously, "Faye, if you don't get up now, I really won't forgive you!"
He was simply a rogue, forcing her with such shameless tactics!
