"Can I kiss you more?"
I gulped.
I could feel his breath on my skin, tugging and pulling all my emotions— meddling every sense of my reason into nonsense.
Was I always this weak to desire? Was it because Emiliano's ass in jeans looked so delectable or does the humidity—
The traces of the rain are still hanging in the air?
I couldn't really tell which one was the motive I nodded.
Maybe I just enjoyed acting like I don't know that the guy that I like is a genocidal maniac with a god complex and attachment issues.
It sure felt different to have just a guy kissing my neck instead of the lord of the underworld who starved me to prove a point.
I guess my standards are that low after all—
Because there was no reason, no inkling of ration behind the way I gripped his ponytail to force his head back just so I could devour his Addam Apple.
