Chapter 313. Navy Dress Shirt

Chantel Aeden Revia

"You were so intoxicated that you could not think well."

"Yeah, okay. That is true," I admit, my eyes sparkling mischievously.

When the door opens again, I throw my head back on his chest; he groans in pain but continues to grin, running his fingers through my hair.

"Your head is not that light; you are harming my body. That is something you definitely do not want to do," he teases as the door closes, his hands gently tracing circles on my back.

"I can readily locate—"

He does not say anything; he simply straightens his back and raises his brow.

"Do not be shy, dear. Go on," he encourages, a playful glint in his eyes.

His words, his demeanor, send shivers down my spine.

"Uhm, I—"

"You what?" he interrupts me, leaning in closer.

I know something that will quickly remove his rigid attitude. It seems a little cruel to use that, but