Ansel
I wasn't stupid. I remembered the anger in her eyes as clear as day. Did she really expect me to believe that she got over being used by me? Did she take me for a fool?
She was playing coy. She wanted revenge. I could feel it. I just didn't know what kind of game she was trying to play with me. Was she trying to seduce me so she could reject me? If that was the case, I didn't intend to make it easy for her.
I grabbed her face, not too roughly but not gently either, and then forced her to look into my eyes.
Suppose she wanted to play games, she better be ready to face a strong opponent. I grazed her cheek with my thumb and then touched her lips. "I love these plump lips of yours," I whispered huskily and ran my thumb over her lower lips.
"Then why don't you kiss me?" she let out
