I let out an undecipherable huff, then turn around. I only realize what a mistake that is, a moment too late. It’s true that I got his mouth off my neck before I lose control, but I’m now staring at him, face to face, feeling his hot breath on my lips. “It’s not that I don’t trust you,” I begin, then grow quiet because his gaze makes me lose my focus.
His arms are still entrapping me by the sink, travelling dangerously low. They’re hanging somewhere around my hips right now, and I swear I can feel my heart beating somewhere inside my throat. “Yes?” he encourages me, while still having those dark eyes glued on mine.
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. He looks like he’s having a little too much fun with this. Can I snap out of it now, please? He’s asked me a question and not answering
