20. The kiss

Reagan.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Amora."

I told my mate, who seemed to be closing her eyes to avoid my gaze.

I don't why she kept pushing me away, but I was still finding myself getting attracted to her.

It's like I wouldn't breathe properly, if a day goes by without me setting my eyes on her.

I was getting addicted to her.

My nose was pressed down to hers. I watched as she slowly opened her eyes to look up at me.

She looked at me, like she was scared of looking at me.

I slightly took my face off hers and my eye went down to her lips.

The plum lips, making it uneasy for me to breathe.

"What do you want from me, Reagan? What did you want from me."

She avoided my gaze and I could tell that she was struggling to let out something.

She was feeling the same way I was feeling, but she didn't want to admit it.

She was proving stubborn, trying to deny all the feelings.

"You know what I want, Amora and that's you. You don't have to pretend. "

I took steps away from her and ran a han