Elizabeth lowered her head, feeling insecure about herself. She remembered how beautiful Jenefer laughed in the restaurant while she was talking with Cross. She looked so sweet, gentle, and intelligent. How could a simple and dreamy woman match a socialite like her?
Her thoughts were only obliterated when she felt Cross' thumb lifting his face. The only thing that she saw when she lifted her face was his face nearing her. She closed her eyes the moment he kissed her lips.
"You are f*****g beautiful," he whispered between their kisses. "So don't compare yourself to anyone when you have no idea how beautiful you are, Elizabeth."
She chased his lips every time he would speak. He gave her a chance when he stopped speaking and focused on grazing her lips. His tongue was exploring every inch
