"Lucian, listen... " I tried to tell him in the form of an excuse.
He sighed heavily, still with his eyes closed.
"Once, Marise "he uttered with a note of pleading in a low, somewhat hoarse voice that left me breathless." For once don't say 'I can't' or 'I have to go,' for my sanity, please."
He pressed his half-open mouth against mine and tried to resume the kisses so I wouldn't speak or kill the incredible moment, but I looked down without responding to them.
Damn. He asked me not to stop what we were so eager to do. He had said it without haughtiness, without that know-it-all tone, and a note of sarcasm. Plus, he had admitted to feeling jealous and wanting to be with me. He had admitted to feeling that. And I felt too. I wanted to stay too. I also wanted to kiss him and with that sa
