Fiero opened the door and closed it, using his feet, and pinned me on the wall. He stopped for a second and looked at my face. He carefully touched my cheeks, down to my neck, and bit his lips.
“Amelia, you are drunk,” he said, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled wickedly. What if I’m drunk? Is there a problem if I’m drunk or what?
“Really, well, I don’t think so,” I said, and I could feel his hot breath on my skin. That hot breath encourages me to do more and play more with Fiero.
“Amelia, stop giving false hope with me. I think you also like Marshall, in the same way he liked you,” he said, still in the position when he stopped kissing me.
I just over analyzed some things that it doesn’t really matter at all, “I said and licked my lips.” I couldn’t look away from his lip
