All of a sudden, her plan to postpone thinking about everything until after the event seemed very stupid. She had promised herself to think carefully about what has been happening between Valentine and her and how she felt about it that Saturday evening, but it seems that Valentine had different plans.
His big brown eyes slid down to her mouth and throat and watched as she gulped down nervously, she watched as a slow satisfied crooked smile decorated his face, but his eyes never went up to meet hers once more, they climbed slowly back to her lips and settled there, soon, his thumb followed his eyes and settled at the tip of her lips, he brushed from the right side to the left once, enjoying how soft and warm they were, and then he allowed himself another feather like brush in the opposite way.
