"You would." Xinjia murmured, pouting, not having enough time to swallow in what felt like justified anger. Instead, he was being kissed, harder and more passionately than he had managed. Longer too. A lot longer. He was suddenly hoisted up, his feet losing touch with the floor. He cried out in shock, his lips still crushing against Jonathan's.

His fingers swiftly dug into Jonathan's shoulder and he pulled back, eyes wide and clearly startled. He lifted him so easily! "What are you doing, eh?"