TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM)
I asked, slurring out the words gently, cared that I might piss him off or ruin whatever it was this moment we were sharing was.
"I don’t know. I'm not exactly interested in anyone… or staring at anyone either. I'm new to this. I don’t want a label on it but I do want you to myself, just you, only you… no one else, baby," he whispered, biting on his lower lip, his fingers tapping at his waist anxiously.
"We don’t need to put a label on it, Seth. It’s simple. Will you… be my boyfriend? Like… just you and I? A lover? Will you be mine, Seth Mallory?" I asked gently, holding on to my breath.