A blue stare is carefully observing the twin’s movements; his face contorting in a curious nature. This chick was feisty today, he thinks to himself. ❝ You darin’ me, Bella? ❞ Slowly and almost predatory like he inches towards her; a white toothed grin overtaking his features.
Brie couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped from her, even if she tried, when Roman inched toward her with a predatory grin on his face. If she was even being honest with herself, the grin he had on was such a turn on for her, that another giggle escaped her as she stepped back slowly. “Maybe I am, Reigns,” She smirks.