"Really, you don't want to tell me?" Hazel scooted to the left, as if distancing herself from her lover's body. Flynn was surprised by Hazel's childish behavior. But deep down, he could understand her distress.
After all, he had experienced it too.
"That's not what I meant, Sweetheart," Flynn stretched his arms and now pulled Hazel closer. No matter how much she tried to keep her distance, Flynn would find a way to pull her back.
Hazel was quite cute when she pouted.
"So? You don't want to tell me anything. Do you think I'm... stupid? Incompetent? Untrustworthy—"
Smooch!
Flynn quickly captured Hazel's lips that had been nagging at him. Flynn didn't like noisy voices, but strangely, Hazel wasn't on that list. "You're so sweet when you pout." Flynn kissed Hazel's lips again, this time more eagerly, almost sucking them until they swelled.