Mark’s breath seemed to halt for a second before he lurched, his lips closing onto hers.
Arianne welcomed him. Her fingers changed position and dexterously laced around his neck.
When their breathings started to race, Mark stopped himself and released her from his grip. “I know Tiffany’s still waiting for your company, so go. I’m satisfied with this.”
Arianne lowered her head with a soft chuckle. “Right. Nighty-night.”
She had always known the wiles to endear herself to him, or exactly what to do to please him. In the past, her goal was to ingratiate on him. But now, these little things had become bona fide seasonings in a relationship.
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