Faith
He had been shooting me looks out of the corner of his eye since we had sat down. I wasn’t even sure he had watched five minutes of the show in the entire evening.
But it was only when he said Netflix and chill that I almost choked to death on the warm buttery popcorn.
Netflix and chill?
With him?
The sin of lust?
What about his no touching rule? Not that he gave me a chance to say yes or no or even think about it, before his lips slanted over mine.
It was the sweetest of kisses, as if he was unsure what my reaction would be. And our eyes met.
“What do you say?”
The feel of his thumb as it brushed over my cheek had me fighting to control my breathing. How could one man’s touch have such a profound effect? It was like being electrocuted, if electricity made you lady parts th
