"Pleasure, happiness."
Abby took a deep breath, "Pleasure?" she managed to say.
"I could show you, you know... I could make you feel good. If you let me." Her chest tightened as he leaned closer, his nose touching her chin.
"I can't stop thinking about it, to be honest," he admitted, his mouth hovering over hers. His fingers held her jaw, moving it until their mouths were very close. She almost felt his lips as he spoke. Her heart fought between giving in and racing a hundred miles per hour, and her breaths were shallow, almost invisible.
He thought her lack of resistance meant she was okay with it. Touching her lower lip with his own, he said, "I'm dying to taste your lips again—but it's up to you... Do you want to kiss me again?" Her mind struggled, her skin getting warmer, and the internal battle turned into a confusing mess.
