A shiver ran through her body, her face turning aside and away from how his lips were nibbling the soft lobe of her ear. She placed a hand against his chest, stopping him cold before he could lean any closer.
"I don't think it's appropriate for you to initiate what you have in mind here, Mr. Kosonen," she said.
The nibbling came to an end. His right hand left the window and slid down to her chin, forcing her gaze back to his.
"Will you stop calling me that?" he muttered.
"It's the most appropriate option I have, given our current circumstances," she shrugged, not even trying to escape his grip.
"Is it?" His gaze narrowed. "And what circumstances do you think we're in now?"
She raised a brow at the irritation in his tone.
Hadn't he always kept his irritation to himself and swallowed it down, or simply stormed off whenever she pissed him off, like in the dressing room?
What was with this sudden interrogation? Why did she feel like he was… sulking?
