LIORAÉ
“Are you going to move?” I asked, my eyes widened as I continued to stare at him while convincing myself that it was because of how close he was.
I was convincing myself that I was itching to kiss him, not because I liked him but because of how close he was to me. He leaned in and held the back of my neck.
My back arched towards him as a gasp escaped my lips. He smiled gently and leaned in. The alarms in my brain were going off. ‘You shouldn’t be doing this, Lioraé, yet I want to.’
“I know I said that I was going to wait until you begged me.” He paused for a minute and, with his free hand, traced the outline of my lips gently. “But you keep seducing me.”
I wanted to pull him closer and kiss him, but that would mean I was giving him a go-ahead. I froze my palms firmly on the
