"No," I said after a moment of silence. I had forgotten what he had asked, lost in those grey eyes, "Definitely not." I started shaking my head repeatedly.
"Are you sure?" He asked, pulling back and then frowning, "Oh come on. One kiss." He almost whined.
"No, you have definitely lost your mind," I said trying to pull my hand free from his. He held on tight, and then he leaned in again and his cologne made me dizzy, or perhaps it was the waves crashing into the side of the chip. I was feeling queasy. It was definitely the waves.
"Come on Mrs. Kingston," he whispered, in a tone so gentle it might have gotten lost with the wind, "One kiss."
“Stop begging." I frowned, continuing to wriggle against him,” I’m not kissing you"
“It's not begging, I'm asking my wife if I can kiss her," He sai
