Sarah
I slap my palm against his muscular chest before he enters me. "Please wait," I plead meekly.
"Wait? What for? Are you trying to stall again? His deep blue eyes glare at me suspiciously.
"While you...um...enter me, I want you to kiss me again like you did in that store," I say in an almost pleading voice.
"What?" He looks at me like I am speaking a foreign language.
"I'd never been kissed like that before, and it was...nice," I say. If he kisses me, at least I can pretend to feel like he likes me.
Sad, I know.
Vincent's eyebrows furrow as he considers my request, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of confusion and something else I can't quite decode. After a moment's hesitation, he lets out a deep sigh and leans closer, his warm breath ghosting over my lips.
"Fine," he mutte
