I just realized Key was following me when his hand pulled, wrapped his arm around my waist, then wrapped his arm around me. Slowly moving forward caused me to force myself into the corner of the table. Key's arms imprisoned me, his fingers gripping the edge of the table tightly, my ass pressing against the corners of the table as his hips squeezed tight.

"Hey, why are you running? Shame...” the tip of his index finger flicked the tip of my nose gently. "That kiss. Can you repeat it one more time?" he whispers teasing me, his face looking pleased.

"No!" I said emphatically, "unrepeatable."

Key turned around to face...