To his aghast, she struck him hard on the cheek, causing him to groan, grabbing the jaw, "Uugh..."
He rolled his confused gaze at her, groaning slightly.
"How was it?" She asked. Sarcasm replaced the lust.
He could only blink, extremely conflicted. "It hurts!" He muttered, looking mad.
"That's how I felt back then when I found out about Clara and Mina." She growled, shooting fumes.
Steven sighed in regret, fixing his scowl eyes at her. "But I explained al—"
Her thumb finger braced his lower lip and muted him.
He carried his sassy look up at hers only to realize the possessiveness was still dancing in her eyes.
He clutched her wrist and pulled it off from his lips before asking, "What do you want me to do about that?"
"Do you love me?" She interrogated him.
"Yes!" He replied shortly.
"Then you must know what to do about that." She said, stood up, and stepped out of the bathtub.