Irina
Noah looked me in the eye and then at my lips as he waited for my answer. I was kneeling at the foot of the bed, and he was standing in front of me, still holding my cell phone.
His ultramarine blue eyes trapped me in a cage that only my body responded to, and in a way I had never felt anything. A single glance from him was enough and I was inflamed from head to toe, I did nothing but think of his hands on me, of how much I wanted them on me, on any part of my body.
He looked at me, his gaze questioning, as if he was waiting for something from me. Ah yes, he had asked me something.
One kiss.
I swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in my mouth; my lips were dry, and I lost myself in those flaming eyes. Did he want me too? Did he want me as much as I wanted him at that moment?
