Act II. Scene VIII

CALE

Ágape's lips were on his, her body so close that Cale could swear he could feel the pulsation of blood in her veins. The girl's gasping in his ear, the way her mouth descended along his pale neck.

"So, guys, I forgot my...," that sing-song voice made the redhead jump in his lap, her head spinning quickly to face the wide-eyed emerald eyes that witnessed the scene. "When did you guys start getting it on? And why didn't anyone tell me?" That's what he asked, but all that was on Cale's mind were nine different ways to annihilate the poor guy. If he pulled out the dagger he kept in his drawer fast enough..., it was certain that it would pierce the redhead's face before he even uttered another sentence. If he ran away from there and drew the sword he had left near the door... Airell. It was Airell - he remembered as he clenched his hand into a fist. It was Airell Lisianto who was there, it was him. He couldn't just kill him, even though he intensely wanted to in that mom