He just used it. What’s wrong with him? I sighed and rolled my eyes. I circled the table just to get to the cupboards. I did it with the sole purpose of avoiding him, but in the end, I had to walk closer to him to give him his glass. He was busy with the cupcakes so I just put the glass beside the pitcher. But a squeal escaped my lips when he reached for my arm. He pulled me and made me sit on his lap. I covered my lips with my palm and widened my eyes at him.
"What are you doing?" I hissed.
He playfully smirked and attempted to feed me the remainder of his cupcake. I looked away to avoid it.
"What the hell, Yves? There are many visitors outside. Someone might really see us now.”
"Eat,"
I grasped his strong arms that were imprisoning me. "Let me go."
"I will not let you go unless y
