“Stop… fighting… me…” She whispered to me and each time her lips moved, my heart did a f*****g sommersault.
All this time I thought she was the one trying to fight me, trying to do everything just to stay at a place she didn’t belong to, but it was then that I realized it was the other way around.
I was fighting her from getting any closer to me, from tearing down my walls, and melting my ice cold heart.
And f**k if only she knew it was working.
When she pulled me in for a kiss, I knew exactly what I had to do as if it was already second nature to me.
Having her against my lips and tasting her with my tongue was something I didn’t know I’ve always wanted, but now that it was happening, I’d be f*****g pissed if I had to stop.
“Do you want this, Suri? Do you want me?” I whisper t
