Marisol could feel her face burning and when she tried to touch it, he grabbed her hands.
"I've told you, you look so darn cute when you blush, Princess."
"You're not helping," she mumbled.
"No, you're the one who's not helping. Every single thing you do sets me off. We need to get inside quickly. I can only hold myself off for so long." He growled.
Marisol nodded, she felt the same way too.
They should all go away. She thought frustrated. We need to have the whole pack house to ourselves.
"Let's worry about that when we go to the pack house first," Cedric responded, sweeping her off her feet and hurrying along with her.
Something immediately happened at the pack house, but neither Cedric nor Marisol noticed it. Of course, they were too engrossed in themselves to notice.
Leticia watched them from her cauldron with a smug smirk.
"It has finally happened," she cackled. "I guess it's time you introduced me to the young witch."