“I CAN?” Dexter echoed inching more his face towards her, still doubting but there is a glimmer of wanting in his face, which makes h her confused for whom, did he want to kiss her or kiss her because he really wanted to learn.
“Y-yes,” it was almost a lump in her throat, and she can feel her heart started to race with nervousness. Gosh, why would she be nervous? How many guys has she kissed randomly without any care and thought? Just because of her mindless libido and needs.
She can almost smell the wholeness of him, his scent alone that defines only him…and it was charming and wonderful and almost addicting.
Addicting, their breaths are heaving, getting closer at each other. Please, please, she hoped this is just not real, because she was almost getting carried
