Twisted Perfection
I could feel her need in that kiss and it was at that moment that I knew I was a goner.
"Wow," I breathed heavily, trying to catch my breath when we pulled back and she smiled, lifting her gaze to mine slowly.
"You are a good kisser," she smirked, playing with the buttons of my shirt.
"And you are the most frustrating and confusing woman I have ever met," I chuckled, pushing her hair away from her face. She pouted slightly and I couldn't help but steal a quick kiss.
"Are you sure you aren't bipolar or something?" I teased, earning a hard punch from her on my arm.