»No, you aren't mine yet. We're still more than six months away from that,« he tells me softly, his hand travelling through my hair. I stare at his handsome face, still unable to breathe properly. »But you will be,« he continues, still smiling. I lean my head to the wall, closing my eyes. I let my hand slip to his waist.
»Why are you torturing me?« I moan, leaning into his touch. As I pull my eyelids up, I can see him still gazing at me with those deep pools of icy blue.
»Believe me, I'm torturing both of us,« he tells me, his gaze jumping between my lips and eyes. »But kissing you is a line I don't want to cross, until it's official. Because once I do, I won't be able to get enough of you.« I stare at him wide-eyed. I didn't expect an explanation. And even if I did, I wouldn't be expect
