But then he made a fatal mistake.
He looked at Rae.
And Rae… wasn't smiling.
No smug grin. No playful smirk.
Just two gleaming eyes filled with quiet, uncut madness, like twin orbs of 'I-know-you-know-and-I-will-eat-your-cat-while-you-sleep.'
Adrian swallowed a mouthful of panic and immediately looked away.
'Shit shit shit! Abort eye contact! Don't engage the demon!'
He tried to act normal, normal for a man sweating like a roast pig in church and twitching every time Rae scratched his scalp.
Meanwhile, Rae was... not helping.
His gaze had wandered to Melissa's motherly bosom, two proud, bouncing entities that seemed to defy gravity and logic, and his fingers were twitching like they were tuning a ghostly harp only he could see.
They were beckoning him.
Like sirens.
Plump, maternal sirens with cleavage and honey-sweet hugs.
Celeste, thankfully, interrupted the descent into depravity by clearing her throat and blushing hard.
"No! No—I mean, no. I didn't see him, but…"
