Harley was mute. I'd never seen her like this—quiet, unsure, and not knowing what to say. It burned a foreign feeling inside of me to see her like this, one that I ached to revel in.
Heaven. The way she looked: glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, cherry red, trembling lips, the bottom fixed right under her biting teeth... I wanted to do it again. to kiss her.
I inhaled deeply, trying to get a grip, trying to gather some semblance of self-control. It was impossible when all I wanted was to do it—to kiss and imprint the taste of her lips in my mind over and over again.
She blushed so prettily.
"W-what? Why are you staring at me like that?" Harley questioned, shooting me an affronted look.
My gaze moved to her cheek—to where I knew her dimples were, and I stared at them for a moment before brushing a thumb on the one on her left cheek. "You haven't answered my question, Harley."
