It did not take long before Zayne came out and ran toward Rose in a fit. He looked up and down at the sexily-dressed Rose several times.
"Rose Loyle, aren't you afraid of freezing to death if you dress like this on such a cold day?"
"Doesn't it look good?" Rose twirled on the spot.
She also cast a wink toward Zayne.
Zayne hugged his arms and trembled. "That's so sickening. My goosebumps are coming out."
“Achoo! ” Rose sneezed abruptly.
Zayne immediately yelled out, "You'd rather look elegant than be warm? I really do wonder if your brain's made out of pulp?"
Rose pressed herself onto Zayne and held him tightly." I’m cold, Mr. Severe. You can give me some warmth."
Zayne shrank his neck like an ostrich. "My God, Rose Loyle. Are you actually trying to take advantage of m e?"
Josephine was crouching on the back seat of the car, quietly looking out the car window. When she saw Rose and Zayne hugging each other affectionately and the way Zayne did not try to push her away, she clenched her fists in anger.
Rose considered the fact that she and Zayne had been playing around since they were young. These hugs were common back then, so Zayne perhaps would not show much resistance.
Unless...
Rose hugged Zayne's face and pursed her red lips, about to kiss him.
Zayne was immediately stupefied!
Rose's lips eventually fell on his cheek.
When Rose felt that her plans had foiled, Zayne regained his senses and suddenly yelled at her.
"You kissed me, Rose Loyle? Since when do you have such wild and demonic morals?”
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Sir Ares, Goodnight novel (Jay Ares and Rose)