169 Tug of wrist

Leena pushed him away abruptly breaking the kiss when she heard a loud ring echoed around them. When she looked into the intercom, her jaw dropped to the floor seeing the person standing outside.

"Leena, calm down," Devin reassured and tried to soothe her body by stroking her arms. But she was unrest. "What happened? Who is it?"

"It's my Francy." She glanced at their clothes which are not yet disheveled. It was a relief that he was still starting up with the kiss. She couldn't imagine her state by the time he would end the marathon of his kisses. She wondered if he has been deprived of kisses in his past life to the point that he will not even let her breathe. If Francis would have seen the scene, he would not condone it with the current situation.

Leena tried to flatten his shirt in order not to raise any suspicion. With an urgent tone, she asked. "Do my lips look swollen?"

"A little."