Chapter twenty-two

"Don't scream or I will not move my hands," Denzel announced looking at Serena when she was trying to move his hands over her lips.

She nodded her head slightly, only then he strode away. Whirling to the left of the bed she hugged the pillow and recited, "What were you trying to do?"

"I was...."

"Yes?"

"... There was a mosquito on your cheeks so I killed it." Denzel was trying to think what to say and that's what he could find so far. Serena started laughing harder and harder.

"What's with that laughter?" Denzel strolled towards the mirror while asking her. "Nothing. Good night." Saying so she laid on the bed, still grinning.

Denzel did not ask her any more questions. He just did not get caught fibbing, what if she would keep asking more questions and he would not be able to answer. Oh damn, he did not even want to imagine.

Putting on a t