The One I Couldn’t Let Go
I tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge.
Before I could even react, his tongue brushed the shell of my ear—warm, quick, and gone in a heartbeat.
...
So, he meant literal simping.
Stunned, I shoved him off, my pulse skipping a beat.
This time, he let go without resistance, his gaze dropping slightly, clear and unbothered.
The corner of his lips curled with amusement.
"Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Wanna play a game, Teresa?"
Keith’s room had a dedicated gaming setup with a big screen.