Crimson Temptation | CT

As things should be

"Marvel?"

Author's Pov:-

While he sat next her with a slight smile on his face to tease her friend, Davina looked up in awe and quickly took the fabric from his hand to wipe her nose. However, as soon as she looked up, her smile was gone when she saw Gabriela's perplexed eyes shooting draggers in his direction.

"And what's your relationship like with him?" When Gabriela posed that query to Davina, who was still staring in awe, her sharp-eyed curiosity sharpened.

Marvel listened to that query and answered before Davina could open her mouth, a smirk forming on his lower lip.

"We had sex together."

She definitely wasn't expecting that from Davina, as Gabriela's eyes opened and she let out a loud gasp. She regarded her as a good girl. perhaps one-man girl, but

In a flash, Davina is wiping her nose and flinging the used hankie at Marvel, making him squirm and stare at her. However, instead of getting an apology from her, he gasped when he saw her ominous eyes warning him. He cleared his throat and mumbled, "She is just using me to make him jealous," as she glared at him.

"Yah!" She sternly told him, "Fine, fine, we just agreed to put the situation back to how it was and show Davide that she already has a boyfriend so that he doesn't make any extra efforts and make it harder for her to handle him," and he obliged. Davina sighed as she turned to see Gabriela staring at her. staring blankly into her eyes.

She has nothing to say to her. Like nothing.

"But I am not going to do that anymore now; I am going to put the things in their right place now," Davina said, taking the attention of Marvel and making Gabriela widely smile at her. "As things should be".

I won't run away from things now. From him now.

"Um, dinner?" she pondered as her heart raced and a burning flush spread across her cheeks. Gabriela said, interrupting her train of thinking, and they both nodded in agreement.

She got up before she could begin to move further, cutely scrunching her running nose. Before her rump tasted the firm level surface, she was forced to squeeze between the two wide arms holding her up to prevent her from falling. Her nightgown had suddenly been trapped on her digit toe finger.

If someone saw or looked at them at the time, they would say they were kissing because the situation was so sudden or unwelcome. She placed her hands on his chest. Their foreheads were almost in contact. And to make things worse, his hands were resting on her upper hips. Then there was Gabriela, who had flushed cheeks or an uneasy smile on her lips and was turning her back on them.

Davina attempted to back away, but the thread of her dress got entangled in the button on his shirt. Without making an attempt to sort out that complex mosaic, she scowled and tipped her head in shame. He was trying to help her while she was trying to free herself from the tangle forcefully.