“You don’t have shoes and the floor is very cold in the early morning” Was his response with a frown and I can’t help but bite my lip to contain a smile at his words, he really changed into a possessive mate.

I like it!

“Don’t bite your lips, love” I looked up to meet his eyes and saw it had been staring at my lips “I’m the one who has the right to bite your lips, don’t hurt it” he added in a serious tone which made me smile again. He walked to the kitchen, setting me into one of the leather chairs at the breakfast bar and nearly squeaked in delight when I realized this is one of the twisty ones. Ignoring my surroundings, my happiness makes me twirl happily on the chairs with a laugh thinking that I am so childish right now.