Sara’s P.O.V.
"Now, tell me Mrs Sara Warner... what I remove first?" he winked at me making my heart skip a beat and I was sure that I was looking like a ripe tomato now. He laughed at my reaction and then leaned towards my face. His lips almost brushed my lips when he spoke again, “I am no saint, Sara that I could say… ummm… I will wait… or.. we will take this slow… all these kind of shit.. because clearly… I can’t control myself around you… I can’t wait and go slow… is not my cup of tea”.
I was looking at him with blinking while listening to whatever he was trying to tell me. The thing is that I felt euphoric because of his intoxicating smell and the way his lips were moving against my lips while speaking to me. “Sara”, he called me and then I realized that I zoned ou
