Daisy’s POV
His full, heart-shaped lips were pink and looked like the softest set of lips ever. I wondered if they would feel that way and how he tasted. He probably tasted of mint since he always smelled clean, with a hint of aftershave.
Oh gosh, Daisy! I can’t really be fantasizing about what his lips would taste like.
“Kiss already!” someone from the crowd chanted impatiently. My lips parted, unable to voice a single word. It was like the anxiety from the group of people watching us and the strange attraction I felt towards Christopher kept me frozen in place. On the other hand, Christopher looked relaxed, unbothered by the attention, and smirking like the situation amused him.
My eyes widened like a deer caught in a headlight when he brought his warm hands to my cheeks, softly car
