I didn't move to kiss him back and still in shock of what was happening. When he pulled out of the kiss, we stared at each other.
His large calloused thumb traced my cheek. "Why you're not accepting my calls?" he didn't sound angry. He's more sounded hurt.
"Because.. I am mad at you." I murmured.
He nodded and his fingers tracing now my collarbone. We both looked down on what he's doing. I bit my bottom lip, I was wearing a pink nighties now, without a brassiere on.
When my gaze up to his, he was looking intently at me. His eyes looked dreamy yet longing for something, were there too.
Both of his hands were cornering me now in my bed. He leaned to kiss my cheek, the corner of my lips. "Still mad now?" his voice was husky.
Gulping as my hands touched his shoulder stopping him on press
