Chapter Eleven
He touched the corner of his lips, and my eyes followed his hand. I don't think I could have looked away even if I'd wanted to. His eyes simmered an intense shade that was almost supernatural in hue.
'Strawberry lip gloss, huh.'
That smile. God. That smile. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, and I bit mine.
'Raspberry. Actually. And it's a balm. Not a gloss.' Just shut up Sam. Shut up and be cool. And if you can't be cool, then be quiet. Zip it.
'There’s a difference?' He was referring to lip balm and lip gloss, but the way he said it he may as well have just issued the sexiest sentence ever.
'Yeah....umm...gloss, well it's more for you know shiny lips, it's more showy. I'd probably wear it for a night out. And balm, well balm is...'
Please stop talking Saman
