(Author's POV)
"What can you give me, uhh?" Alaric gazed into Myra's eyes. A flashing grin danced on his lips.
Myra, on the other hand, found that smirk of his rather annoying. To be honest, he was not behaving like his usual aloof, irritated self. He was acting like more of a flirt. He seemed possessed. For a second, she thought, Dion and Alaric had swapped their souls with each other. She was so perplexed by his actions.
Then, with a blunt tone, she stated, "I don't think there is anything that I can give you other than my words of gratitude. After all, you lack nothing at all, Mr. Everests."
"Hmmm~ …. you are right about that," he mumbled. "But that's only partial. There is still something that only you can give me." Saying this, he raised her chin and looked at her slightly parted lips as she was biting on the lower one without knowing.
