Chapter 1139

James was irritated by the fact that Cliff didn't appreciate his affection. Anyone else could kiss him without issue, but the moment James tried, Cliff burst into tears. James wondered if the kid despised him or something. To make matters worse, Abigail's teasing only fanned the flames of his annoyance. Grabbing her hand, James forced her to raise her finger. Right there in the bustling campus, he pressed her fingertip to his lips, rubbing it back and forth. "Are they dry? Chapped? Any dead skin?" His rapid-fire questions left Abigail flustered and tongue-tied. Her fingertips warmed under his touch, and her cheeks flushed pink. "I'm talking to you, Chubs," James said. "If you don't give me a straight answer, you're finding your own ride to school." Faced with his threat, Abigail muttered reluctantly, "They're not dry or chapped, and there's no dead skin." "Good." James dropped her finger but grabbed her hand instead, tugging her along as he walked away from the family.