"Hmm... you seem like convincing yourself, Elena. But you know, it's okay to care. I won't mind. I care for you, too."
"Shut up, Rage," I said sternly once in front of him. I looked him boldly in the eyes. "Tell me, are you trying to flirt with me?"
He stepped closer so I backed away. My breathing hitched when I felt the cold wall of the elevator. Staring down at me, he put one hand beside my head. His lips are half opened, seems like tempting every girl to taste it. I looked up at him, sticking out my tongue and unable to speak.
"What if I am?" He moved closer. His other hand is on my waist. "What if I want to steal you ..." he stroked my waist up. "What if, Elena?" I was so lost on his scent, his words and drowned to his stormy eyes that I didn't think of pushing him away.
"H-Have you lost your mind?" I tried to sound tough but my voice sounded so weak. Damn!
But he has a girlfriend! He shouldn't be flirting with anyone!
