(Author's POV)
"Like what you see, sweetheart?" Dion remarked, his tone playful.
Flustered, Myra fired back instantly, "It's~ …. it's not like that." He chuckled, closing the distance between them. "Don't be shy, Myra. After all, we are~ …" he paused; his tone was peculiar. He was about to pull her hands away, but Brave interrupted, his voice firm, "Dion, cut it out," and threw a spare pair of pants his way, which he had taken from the closet.
"Uhh~ … it's not my size, Rave. Too small; I am definitely on the bigger side," Dion remarked. His last two words were deliberate, almost purred near her ears.
Myra felt her throat wobbly and parched; he was standing just behind her. She could feel his hot breath on her earlobes. His suggestive choice of words, his flirtatious skills, everything left her utterly speechless.
A smile broke on Dion's lips at seeing her in such a ruffled state.
