Brad's pov
Surrounded by these people flashing their camera lights on us with the infuriating questions they keep throwing at us, I was unruffled, all I could think of is my curly hair girl tender body pressed into me with my biceps twined around her. As I gaze in her grey enthralling eyes.
I kissed her again dazing her little, I smirked loving how I affects her this way.
I couldn't help but buried my face in her neck. My cologne on her is damn sexy and irresistible. My lips found their way on her warm skin tracing kisses on her neck up to her temple.
She moans, causing heat to spurt through my veins down to my groin.
Christ, I'm getting turned on.
She barks out a nervous giggle, trying to wriggle free from my grasp, but my biceps secured her firmly.
"Brad are we having a make-out session in front of all these people?" She said nervously through her gritted teeth.
