Chapter: 1940
Lance caught her hand, halting her.
She attempted to pull down again, but without success.
“What? You were the one who wanted me to take a look, right? Why are you stopping me now?" Bettie raised her gaze to Lance, confusion written all over her face.
"Don't Look."
"What?" Bettie couldn't hide her astonishment. "Why the sudden change of heart? You're just playing with me, aren't you?" Despite her efforts, including undoing his pants, he suddenly refused to let her see.
“There's nothing worth seeing. I was only teasing you," Lance explained as he zipped his pants back up.
Teasing her? Bettie felt a mix of anger and confusion. “Lance, are you kidding me? No, I have to see it!"
Her frustration was palpable. She stood her ground, firmly pulling his hand away from his belt. She had braced herself for this moment, only to be met with disappointment. This wasn't fair.
Despite Lance's refusal, Bettie was determined.
“Bettie, maybe another time?" Lance attempted to pacify her, holding her hand gently.
"No, it has to be now." Bettie quickly let go of his hand and unzipped the zipper.
Lance, taken aback, grabbed his pants and stepped back. Catching up, Bettie held his waist with one hand and tugged at the elastic of his underwear with the other.
Lance couldn't help but let out a stifled groan.
The contact made Bettie jerk her hand back as if she'd touched something hot. “Sorry, did I pinch you? Are you alright?" she asked, her hand behind her back.
Lance, eyes closed, took a deep breath and managed a frown. “I'm okay."
“What should I do now?"
"Just Let me go, please."
"Right, of course." Bettie quickly let go and took a step back, trying to smile off the awkwardness, wishing she could just vanish.
Why did she even push it that far? What if she actually broke it?
Lance adjusted himself, buckled his belt, and gave Bettie a calm look.