His scent clouded my senses, I could literally feel the electric spark between us, how the heck am I supposed to think if he won't go away.
“His lips don't look bad. You can kiss him away princess” a voice mocked.
No. I snapped at the voice. But it was already too late, the corners of my eye had already caught sight of those red, slender, pouty lips that looked so welcoming.
They were nothing like that bastard's Cruz, damn, to think my life has revolved around him at some point.
“Keep drooling and I might get the wrong idea princess” a voice said, right into my ear.
“Ahh” I nearly jumped out of my skin. “What the hell” I turned to source only for my fore head to crash right into a pillar, no a chest.
I rubbed my forehead, ready to flare at him only for my breath to hitch, he was
