AMELIA
My eyes partly open, descending on his lips, his tongue sweeping over them. It takes everything in me not to taste them. Maybe it's better with my eyes closed.
"If I answer, you'll also answer my question," he bargains.
"Or we can make a truce," I offer, and he exhales a small chuckle.
"What kind of truce?" he asks curiously.
"One where we never fight again," I say nervously.
He pulls back, putting an inch between our faces. My eyes open, and a breath I didn't know I was holding slips out.
"You won't get mad at me anymore?" His brows furrow, but excitement lights up his features. "You're offering that?"
I nod, and he smiles, the kind that makes him appear innocent. I can't stop my hand from reaching his jaw. I catch the surprise in his eyes at it too, his lips parted slightl
