There's cars honking behind us but he doesn't give a single f**k.
He helps me up, worry in those pretty eyes of his.
"You're okay, right?"
And that voice!
It's deep and husky.
The kind of voice I've read about in those cheesy romance novels.
I'm so stunned by him that I forget there's an organ such as a tongue mainly used to speak. Instead, I just keep nodding at him, agreeing to whatever he has to say. He would ask to rip off my heart and eat it and I would gladly say yes. My eyes are completely lost in his and I'm afraid I'll bite my lower lip off at this point. I've been chewing my lower lip, secretly hoping that he'll sweep me off my feet and kiss me wildly and passionately.
God! My hormones are raging! Guess that time of the month is approaching. That could be a valid reaso
