Ciara's POV
He didn't care. No, he should.
"You should care. What if he sees us? He shouldn't, he's a kid."
"I don't care," he repeated, going in for the kiss.
I tried to open my mouth and utter another word, but he unlocked his lips from mine.
Putting his index finger over my lips, he bit down on his own and murmured, "Shhh. Don't ruin the moment."
My eyes got lost in his lustful ones, and using the same index finger, he dragged it down to my parted lips, his eyes lowering to them, and he opened them slightly before gently placing his lips onto mine.
That was the gentlest Vulcan had ever been. And it made my stomach flutter with butterflies.
