Then next thing I knew, my right hand is welcoming his hand around my waist before my arms crawled slowly to circle his neck. I can’t believe that I am voluntarily doing this. Normally I would even feel ashamed to touch him yet here I am actually doing the initiative to pull him in.
“How about this?” he suddenly asked while pulling his face closer to mine. Florante’s face right this moment is so near to mine—like almost an inch away from touching the tip of my nose—that it is enough to make me inhale his breath that has the same scent of the tea we just had.
And all the more that I feel more hooked that he is this close. My mind could already sense of wild vibe trying to manipulate my subconscious. It’s an odd drive that I haven’t felt before.
Locking him this close to me just left me
