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I shut my eyes, swallowing a gulp down my throat. I wanted more. I wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him and be with him forever.

It took everything in me not to wrap my arms around him and kiss him like I would get paid from it. I would have gone for another kiss. I really wanted the kiss. But, his mom was upstairs. Something was wrong with her. Yet, I was sharing a kiss with her son. That wasn't the right thing to do. Romeo should be with his mother, not me. He should be comforting his mother, not kissing me.

I looked up. Romeo was staring at me, his forest green eyes were a shade darker. I've always loved when he stared at me in this manner. Although it made me feel weak in my knees and my palms were already sweaty, I still loved the hooded gaze. He was staring at me as if he could hear my thoughts. He was staring at me like I was the only person in the world. Like he had found a treasure. A precious treasure everyone had been looking for, but he was the lucky person who found