You felt the coldness of the wall behind you. Him pinning you between the wall and his body. He placed his hand on your waist, he had to stop himself from devouring you right then and there.

Lips brushed against your ear, his fingers teasingly moving on the hem of your blouse. He seemed to enjoy how easy it was to make you fold after seeing how fierce you were at the court earlier.

“You were so tough just now…”

His nose nuzzled against yours, breath fanning on your face, hand slipped under your blouse to tease the skin of your stomach. He looked down at you, that cocky smirk on his lips that you couldn’t get yourself to hate.

“Cat got your tongue?”