KIARA
Denzel stroked my cheek with the pad of his thumb when he pulled away.
For the life of me, the burning desire to kiss him again refused to fade.
He leaned closer to me, and planted an endearing kiss on my forehead, my heart fluttering in my chest.
"You are beautiful," he whispered, his gaze locked with mine.
"You're not so bad yourself," I said and he chuckled.
"Not so bad? Sunshine, you know I'm more than that," he commented.
He's freaking gorgeous.
Still, I wouldn't tell him that.
"Say it to my face, Kiara. I know that you think I'm freaking gorgeous," He said with a coy smirk on his face.
Blood rushed to my cheeks as I looked away.
What the hell?
Did he just read my mind?
"I didn't have to read your mind. It's written all over your face."
My eyes widened.
"Are m
