Anton is definitely tall enough to do that hot doorframe lean đŠ
And he does it unknowingly too.
Loveâs breath catches in their chest when heâs leaning over them like this, and their knees start to give out. Antonâs quick to catch them with a hand around their waist, holding them up against him with that adorable furrow in his brows.
âLove? Whatâs wrong?â
They couldnât speak, cheeks flushing under his intense (albeit worried) gaze.
A squeak escaped them as Anton leaned in closer, their hands coming up to rest against his chest, although they werenât sure if they were pushing him away or pulling him in closer. Probably the latter.
Anton finally caught on, eyes widening in recognition before settling as he tilted his head and smirked in the gentle, charming way he always does.
âMmm⌠you like this.â
Love nodded, the heat rising to their ears but they were unable to look away.
His hand tightened around their waist, preventing them from escaping. (Not that theyâd want to.) leaning down, his breath tickled their ear before he nibbled their lobe, eliciting a gasp from his mate.
He chuckled darkly, hand that was against the doorframe now reaching up to take off his glasses and raise them to the top of his head.
Love felt their heart speed up. Gods, he was so handsome.
Anton took one step forward, then another, and cornered them between the doorframe and his body. His hand returned to the frame, trapping Love from all sides.
âThen youâll also like when I do this.â He smirked, eyes meeting once more before his gaze lowered to their lips. Loveâs hands fisted his shirt, tugging him toward them, growing impatient.
âPlease.â They whispered.
Antonâs lips found theirs in reply.
The ground shook a little under their feet, making Anton smile into the kiss. He loved feeling the effect he had on them.