The Cold Palm Touched Her Waist

Lucas chuckled as he flicked Lisa's forehead, "What are you thinking about? You little pervert!"

"You are the one who is a pervert!" Lisa whined.

"Alright, let's go." He carried her and made her sit down in the car and hop on.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"Rooftop," Lucas said.

"Wow! In the bar?" She was excited.

"Woah! Too excited to go there?" He sneered, "But this time it's not the bar but my House."

"Are you kidding me?" She rolled her eyes.

"Why would I?" He shrugged off.

"I…I won't do that with you." She said in a low voice as she blushed.

"What do you think we will do?" He smirked as he stopped the car and looked at her.

"Umm it's…" she bit her lower lip, "Nothing…I am not thinking anything…"

"Are you sure?" Lucas smirked again as he slid his hand on her waist.

As soon as the cold palm touched her waist, she gasped as a chill went down her spine.

"You are really not looking forward to something exciting?" He leaned near her face.

Lisa could feel the warm breath of his. Her