Still a vixen
"Will it kill you to knock for once?" Wilanda rolled her eyes in annoyance. Jonathon shrugged off and bit onto the strawberry kept on the coffee table.
Wilanda sighed and sat down on the sofa, after pouring herself a glass of wine. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to think.
Jonathon saw the tense expression on Wilanda's face, he stood in front of her. Unconsciously, squeezing the half-bitten strawberry in his hand. Feeling the residue of strawberry, he cleaned himself up with some tissue and sat down beside Wilanda.
"Jonathan.," Wilanda sighed. Jonathan slowly took the wine glass and put it away. He shushed her off before she spoke.
Placing soft kisses on her long slender, his lips move to her back of the hand then to her lips.