The Kiss-9

"It's Lucy's brother," I shrugged, as I turned on the water filter, then place the glass under the running water. I turned it off when the glass was almost full.

I turned around clumsily, and I collided with his solid rock chest.

How in world did he get so close to me without noticing?

His hand reflexively shot out and curled it around my waist before I fell on my back.

"I am so sorry!" I mumbled nervously as I realized the water spilled all over his chest. My heart still beating wildly against my chest.

I felt my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

I stupidly wiped my free hand on his wet shirt, trying to dry it.

Of course, it didn't work, his drenched shirt clung to his chest, and it only outlined his well-defined chest. Hard and ripped.

I gulped, audibly.

He was just staring at me amusingly.

Then, his gaze slowly moved down and rested on my lips. I could feel his breathing fanning against my cheeks. I could smell his breath, minty a hint of alcohol, and his natural male breath.

How