Chapter eighteen

Grace's POV

I like it when you smile" he said while taking my hands in his.

I focus on his face and decided to indulge myself despite my anger at him.

I don't know when or how but unintentionally I have come to care for this man that I bearly know.

"Why are you mad at me?" he asked suddenly and I have nothing to say.

I will rather die than confess my feelings to him.

"I'm mad at you because you hit me with the door" I replied while glaring at him trying to hide my emotions.

"oh!, I'm sorry. Let me rub it."

"where did I hit" he asked and I could almost hear him chuckle.

"Here" I replied pointing to where the door hit me.

I barely feel the pain when the door hit me but call me dramatic.

He gently rubs on the spot and kiss it.

"I'm not a kid" I said feeling offended by the peck.

"You do that to a kid not a grown ass woman like me" I said to his blank

face.

"okay" he replied while staring intently at me.

He inched closer to me and our lips met.

I welcome the kiss eagerly,