Elena felt Lucas's slender fingers teasing and twiddling between her legs—her face instantly reddened up to her ears.
"You… let me go now!" When the words stammered out of her mouth, they seemed ambiguous, and she wished she could bite off her own tongue.
Lucas's narrow, long eyes turned slightly flirtatious, and his thin lips mildly curled up jokingly. "I'm just trying to rub your feet for you, what are you thinking about?" He dragged the tone of his voice, and then suddenly leaned in and whispered beside her ears. "—hmm?"
A single "hmm" ended his voice that he jokingly dragged, but, as if tinted with rouge, was enchanting, charming, and rang repeatedly in her ears, making her heart go pit-a-pat. "I'm not thinking about anything—your thoughts aren't pure, wildly thinking about random things!"
