Evan

When you returned home, you slapped him, and he didn't even flinch, but just grinned.

• Mmm, is my sweetie jealous?

You sat on the bed and said discontentedly

— I'm not jealous of anything!

He smirked, knelt down in front of you and looked up, saying with a smirk

• Sweetie, please forgive me...

You stood up to your full height and ran the tip of your shoe over his Adam's apple, thereby forcing him to lie down on the floor under you, and then whispered

• How you irritate me... Damn heel...

You whispered and placed your heeled foot on his chest. He just smirked, lying on the floor, propping himself up with his elbow. He stroked your ankle, gently touched the skin of your leg with his lips and whispered.

• But what a beautiful shoe... And you know, I don't even regret it)