I stare up at him, hating the tiny flattering that gets going in my chest, our eyes meet for one... two.. three seconds and then his gaze drops to my lips, to my neck, and down the entire length of my body. His brows quirks, lips parts a little and I catch how his breathing picks up. When His eyes mets mine again, pupil dilated his eyes dark but before I can think of something his lips capture mine with emergency.
Our bodies pressed together heatedly against the wall. I could taste our shared breaths, feel the thud of our combined heartbeats. After sometime he leave my lips holding me in his arms.
I whisper teasingly, Are you jealous?
"Ofcourse I am jealous," he growled. "You smile at other mens but never at me, You chatter and smile at them, and ignore me. You touch their arms, but you hate my touch. You give your happy thoughts freely to others, and there are none for me. I want all of it. I want everything you have. I want your tears your smiles, your touches, your frowns. I want it all and I don't like to share. You're mine love.