Chapter 12: The Death of Me

Zain

Then he gently parted her lips with his tongue and taught her how to French kiss, letting his fingers trail over her back. Suddenly, she kissed him with vigor, giving him the best make out session he’d ever had. He pulled back a moment later, breathless.

“What’s wrong?” Jasmine asked, running her fingers through the side of his hair, her eyes searching his, filled with concern.

Zain took a moment to catch his breath and to calm himself down before things got out of hand. Then he leaned in and gave her another sweet kiss, and said against her lips, “I just don’t want things to get too far out of control.”

Jasmine nodded, understanding. She looked into his eyes, her eyelids half closed, looking sexy as hell, which did nothing for his resolve.

He smiled. “Just do me a favor. If you ever kiss another guy, don’t kiss him like that unless you want more than you bargained for.”

Then her face suddenly became serious as she wrapped her arms around his neck and looked deeply into his eyes.