“I can kiss you to confirm, red one,” He said.
His other hand moved to my neck. warmth flows from his hand to my cold neck, spreading tingles along with it. I sigh and take a heavy breath. His hand goes behind my neck, and pulls lightly, such that I am inches away. My fingers grab the fabric of my dress at my thighs.
“Can I?” He asks, his voice a raspy whisper. A soft touch of silk by my lips. My mind yell at him to do it, and all I can actually do in my pooled form is stare at his lips and nod my head once, a gasp leaving my mouth.
And he kissed me. His lips are on mine. His hand pulls my face into him, and I groan again, my hand releasing my dress, and capturing his collar.
All the nerve endings in my body jolt and tingle, making chills after chills travel through my body. I press in
