Chapter 18

"Do I get you this worried?" She mantled her hands around his neck while his hands softly roamed her back.

Miran stared at her for a while and kissed her lips. "Come on, you don't want to waste their time," he replied, slowly letting go of her waist.

"I have!" She pulled him back, smiling, "I have something to tell you," she licked her lips, and Miran's eyes followed the motion of her tongue.

Miran smiled, "What's that?" He asked.

"Pues guapo que te aviso cuando prepare la cena esta noche," She said, cheeks flushed. (Well, handsome, I'll let you know when I prepare dinner tonight)

"Oh, Mi señora, ¿está cocinando?" He smiled. (Oh, you're cooking, my lady)

"Me tengo que ir, manteca" She sucked her lips, smiling. (I have to go, butter) she said and kissed his cheek.

Miran pulled her back, "Now, I don't think I wanna let you go," he said. Kim caught his hands that trailed down to her butt.

Miran's lips had a sly smirk, and he bit his lips,