A smirk tugged at his mouth. Tonight alone, she’d called me handsome, jerk, and now kissable. I shouldn’t have felt proud, but I did.
"Am I?" He murmured.
She hummed in response, biting her lower lip—a habit she’d never broken. And then, in one reckless motion, her lips crashed against his.
Emma looked into his eyes and giggled again. Then she cupped his cheeks as she said, “what? Am I not enough for you, anymore since I am not paying you?”
“Do you even realise what you are saying?” Damien brushed his thumb over her lips.
“I do very well,” Emma leaned closer as she kissed his lips briefly, “I want you Damien. Take me here.”
Emma kissed him again. It was furious, desperate, like she was punishing him. Or maybe herself.
Damien didn’t pull away. Until her tears hit her skin, ho
