The moment his warm fingers touched my cold fingers, I silently tried to catch a glimpse of him. Where his facade confronted me on a quick contact, his eyes appear to be gleamy captivating and the lips were curled into a sheer smile.
Why is he grinning like a dolt?
What the hell is running in his pudding head?
As he were gazing out of the transparent window his crystalline grey orbs were reflecting the outside clear view and the lights were creating a blind form on his pale face.
Slowly, he takes his lips behind and makes them to fetch wetness while there were displaying a grin.
Relieving a sigh of frustration at his unnecessary grin, I puffed and folded my hands against my chest and I hissed at him. "Ugh! You're pointless smile is creeping me out!"
