SWEETHEART
A kiss wouldn’t hurt’
‘That is like forcing her!!! She can’t even see u!!! She is blind-sided!!!'
‘Just a tiny little peck on the lower lips…that should satisfy your craving towards her until the day you do propose’
He swiftly licks his lower lips, intrigued at the idea of temporary gratification yet stalling behind the bush his angel has grown. One is slowly overweighing the other, cued by his raising heartbeat and shallow breath.
Tempted for that little peck, he reaches out his other hand and grabs the back of her neck, ever so gently. The warmth of a big, rough hand wrapping the nape of her neck made Sarah’s heartbeat race twice as fast.