Chapter 177. Love Was Not Enough

Chantel Raven

He rolls his eyes but compiles. Standing in front of me, he presses my back against the wall.

"What was the question?" he asks, bending slightly down. Every action he makes is meant to entice me, and it works.

"Favourite colour?"

"Hmm, that depends."

"Depends on what?" I inquire.

"It depends on how the sunlight illuminates your eyes. Sometimes it's lighter, like honey. Sometimes it's darker, almost like a golden fire. It also depends on your mood. So, I have a new favourite colour every day." My cheeks instantly tint scarlet.

"What is it today?"

He smiles, cupping my face and looking into my eyes, "It was honey-like when you woke up, but now my favourite colour is blood red. Like fire."

I can't help but smile, "I do love fires."

He leans forward, pressing his lips against mine, "I know you do, my little inferno