{Music Recommendation: Hate you ~ Jungkook}
Mila regretted ever being kind or having a good heart because look at the position she was in. If she had enjoyed her lunch alone, Zyran wouldn't have to talk about her using curse words like it wasn't him who had taught her.
She waited for Zyran to take a step back giving her room to breathe a little, then she heard him say;
"I like your dress,"
Mila shook her head slowly, she knew it was a lie. Her dress was just plain white gown with not a single design and it looked very big. The last time he had said those words, he made her remove the dress.
"You don't," she shook her head slightly.
Zyran leaned closer, touching her shoulder, "I do,"
Mila didn't want to agree with him, he was clearly going to ask her to take it off. She touched the dress she was wearing protectively.
"B-but I can't-" Mila stammered when she felt the ticklish warm breath of Zyran on her sensitive neck.