After so many exchanges, Maisy still couldn't comprehend the correct breathing technique while making out. It was until she was almost out of breath that he used all of his might to break away from her sweet, juicy lips.
He rubbed his thumb across her plump upper lip. Her lips had gone red and swollen from the intense kissing, and he continued to brush his finger against the arch of her Cupid's bow, tracing its outline.
"If I'm not wrong, he's an addict in gambling, correct?" Jay chuckled. "I got rid of a big mess for you. How would you like to thank me?"
She didn't speak a word, and her head lifted to a tilt to meet his gaze. Her face was still flushed bright red, her breath ragged as she hadn't recovered from her lack of oxygen, her eyes watery. "Thank you, then."