For those of you who guessed 'kissing' as the one thing I never thought I would do to Sofia Blake.
Well, you are wrong. Yes, it was tempting as fuck. Her breath smelled of chocolate and with our proximity, her honey scented hair, the smell I mean, hung thickly over my nostrils.
I once said that her lips were kissable and in that heated moment, they couldn't have been more alluring. For someone who was pissed at me, I think she wanted me to kiss her.
If not then why was she wetting her lips? Isn't that an obvious sign that she wanted our lips to merge and devour?
I should have known, for someone so irritatingly stubborn and annoyingly getting at my nerves, she was just like
the others.
Like them, she wasn't immune to my charm. She wanted a piece of my irresistible self. And to prove it, I moved closer in an attempt to kiss her and to my utmost surprise, she withdrew, turning her face away from me.
