Prepare herself?
What did she need to prepare?
Before Fleur could decipher what Olivier was getting at, he had lifted her up by the shoulder, their faces close to one another.
A seductive, passionate air rose between them as their face came into shade.
His breath exhaled across her skin as he shielded her within his grasp. Fleur was silent, a dazedness in her eyes as if she had been bewitched by him.
"Lower your head," He said hoarsely, voice echoing in her heart.
Fleur obediently lowered her head.
The moment she did, she felt his lips on hers.
"Open your mouth," he said again.
She followed along.
Fleur forgot why she said Olivier's kissing skills were terrible. They were... pretty good.
There was a dominant force in his kiss that insisted for her to kiss back.
Fleur started f
