Chapter 22 Waitress Andy

• Since we're on the edge of the rooftop, I can't just carelessly shove Mason off of me without the risk of him falling. I looked back at him, but he's not even bothered to even glance at the person who's looking at us right now.
• It was the blonde girl on the counter. Mason was still sucking on my neck and I stifled a moan before clenching his shoulders to try and get his attention. "There's —" I had a hard time trying to get out of his grasp when he nibbled my ears and licked it, but when I heard the girl's shock from the three meter distance, I immediately gained back my composure.
• "There's a person!" I said. I kept my statement as short as possible because I knew my sound of pleasure wouldn't come out unnoticed if I kept talking. I was still unable to move on from what Mason just said from earlier, and now another source of anxiety is building up within me, as I felt the holes digging behind my back with the girl's stare.