I Am Mustafin
He whispers, “You rolled your eyes at me again, Alaki.”
Oh, shit.
I swallow hard, my mouth drier than the damn desert. A shaky breath escapes my lungs and I draw my lower lip between my teeth, biting it.
“Don't do that,” he says, shifting his head to my own, our noses just inches apart. His eyes are fixed on my lips, his hand taking my chin. “You did it in my bedroom and you're doing it again. Biting your lip that way… It makes it easier to read the lust in your eyes.”