Zoey bit her lower lip, watching the man’s fingers methodically undo each button on his shirt.
Russell tossed the shirt aside, his well-defined hand moving to his belt buckle.
*Click.*
Zoey quickly spoke up, "Alright, stop. I’m going to sleep now."
“You’re telling me to sleep just because I’m taking off my shirt?” Russell teased.
“No, why are you talking nonsense?” Zoey’s face flushed as she quickly tried to change the subject.
Russell chuckled, amused by her reaction. “I seem to remember someone forcing a kiss on me on the way to City Hall. Why are you blushing now, just because I’m doing nothing?”
Zoey pouted, remembering her impulsive kiss from earlier. "I only did that to get your attention."
Russell raised an eyebrow. “So, you had some tricks up your sleeve back then?”
Zoey’s face reddened as ……
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