“Did you get drunk with my kisses?” he whispered when I didn’t answer his question.
I hate to admit this, but yeah, I got drunk with his kisses. I don’t know what happened to me, but s**t, I forgot everything just because of his kisses. Damn it!
I was panting so badly while staring at him. Even though I couldn’t read the emotion on his face, I still chose to fight with his gaze on me; even though my heart was pounding so fast and we just had an intense kiss, I still managed to look him straight in his eyes.
Ezekiel was still wearing his mask—covering half of his face, but he was still handsome—no. He’s really handsome. If only he weren’t my enemy—the killer of my parents, there must be a possibility that I would let myself drown in lust even if we don’t know each other that much.
“Shut
