~Noelle~
'Noelle?'
If he could just shut up, that would be great.
"Dante, I'm a bundle of panic attacks. Which I didn't know until we met. Don't try to warn me about this, or that, I'm fully aware that you are an emotionless bastard, but I'll admit it. Maybe it's the pool, but you are hot as fuck. Which is unfair, because of your rotten personality. We are getting married, so let's pretend. I'm your bride, you're my husband, kiss me." Saying the last words didn't feel right. Husband and wife, we'll think about that later. The force Dante uses to yank me out of my musings is strong, as he cups my cheeks, and runs a padding with thumbs.
'You-'
"-are a pain in the ass. Don't worry, I haven't started yet. You'll be saying worse by the time I'm done." I end this with a grin, stealing my own breath away. Patiently waiting for him to kiss me. The first kiss was fire, it was the bomb of bombs. The frosting on the cake. I need more.
