"Please keep yourself together! This is so wrong! Harassment! I'm a patient!" Zoey prattled endlessly, putting up her defensive stance. However, he was slowly and steadily leaning closer and closer.
She gulped, hearing the sound of it along with the loud throbbing of her heart. When his face was just an inch closer, Zoey drew her head away slightly; her lips pursed into a thin line while her clenched fist rested on his chest. "What's wrong with you…?" She whispered, staring at his menacing yet flirtatious russet eyes staring back at her.
"Are you shy?" He asked. His soft, minty breath wafted her nose, sending a strange electricity down her nerves that caused her cheeks to flush.
"No," Zoey denied, gulping a mouthful of saliva as she pursed her lips into a very thin line once again -- almost hiding her lips.
"So you're fine with it?" Again, he asked; the corner of his lips tilted up with a playful mirth.
