After crashing my lips to his, I take the lead, startling him and myself even more.
Despite his surprise, he soon enough catches up and even dominates the kiss. I yield under his skilled mouth and moan in pleasure.
When we break apart, we are both grinning like fools.
“Be my girlfriend,” he says bluntly and straight to the point, as per usual.
I know he is not forcing me in no way, shape or form, to be with him, but the way he worded it out… god, I am definitely falling for the bad boy.
I blush and stammer on my words, my mind the very definition of chaos, “I… You… Me…”
“Breathe,” he teases, and because I avert my gaze, I realize for the first time that he has a dimple.
Do not get distracted, Samantha. Focus, I admonish myself. He asked you a question. Why aren’t you answeri
