“I knew it!" Marissa yells cheerfully getting scolded by my mom. I want to look away. I have to, right? This... is wrong. I was adamant about my decision when I said he couldn't be our mate... so why am I finding it difficult to look away from him?
His hand gently pulls me, making the sparks increase. My eyes widened, if it was even possible as I gasped under my breath feeling his hand trail around my waist. "Abbie.... Abbie Montero. It's... It's really you." he says tugging his lips into a full grin and getting closer, his lips... are so plumped... so... kissable. I can hear my heartbeat as if it had a damn megaphone right in my ear. Can he hear it? I bet he can. His chest is so... close, making me want to run my hands over those pecks. I can still see a bit of beads from the sweat he f
