Chapter 140

I stop to listen to its sensations as it arouses all the hairs on my body—and what is he listening to? He isn't kissing me anymore. I slowly open my eyes. Here he is, his eyes drilling right through mine.

"I didn't hear that. What were you saying again?" He asks, tucking the loose strands of hair behind my ear.

Wait, what was I saying again? Was I about to confess that I loved him? Ooh, no! He should be the first one to confess if at all he feels anything for me. Thanks to that kiss there, I didn't say what I shouldn't. I can’t risk it. I cannot handle the shame if, at all, he does not expect this. "Nothing. I…”

He kisses me again, and I know what he is doing. He always knows how to get what he wants. "So, do you?" he asks, engaging us in a slow-burn kiss like the one we had back in his car some days ago. I love this one. It's so relaxing. So sweet. There is no rush in it, and one cannot tell the direction it will take, as that power lies entirely with you. You can