As soon as Julian Sterling heard the man finish his sentence, his ears involuntarily flushed a deep shade of crimson, the rosy hue gradually spreading down his slender, elegant neck. He gently blinked his eyelashes, which were already covered in a thin, glistening layer of mist, his lips parting slightly with the firm intention of scolding him with the word "Pervert", but before the sound could even escape, it was entirely swallowed up by a deep, utterly presumptuous kiss from the older man.
