You were trapped in the middle of him, your back pressed against the kitchen counter, and Vier was right in front of you pressing you. He just came home from work and it was unusual for him to come home in the afternoon.

You stared at each other, his hands stroking your waist up and down, his gaze so deep and full of hidden meaning, while you stared at him in confusion.

Suddenly he lifted you up by the waist and sat you on the kitchen counter until you were eye level with him. His hand moved to your cheek and stroked it.

And he brought his face closer to yours and pressed his lips on yours gently and bit it a little and then kissed you.

After a few seconds he pulled his head away from you and looked into your eyes with his lazy gaze then suddenly his hand that was on your waist slammed down on the kitchen counter and his head lowered down.

It's like there's emotion and fire burning inside him but he's trying to calm himself down with the way you're in his arms.

"Shit. what the fck is wrong with me.."

He muttured in a low tone, there was something behind his words but you didn't know what it was.