I can get used to this.Ĭhase is a kissing reader. I’ve done cute little kisses here and there, and yeah, I’ve been frenched before, but that was so not my fault and it wasn’t approved either. Praises to the people who made citrus gum! Almost the same second he stops talking, his lips are on mine and they don’t leave for a long long time. He leans in, and I swear, he’s smelling me. “And what?” I don’t mean to whisper and sound breathless and all that, but I do. His light gray eyes are delish, and in a blink they’re a little bluer.

“Here I am, trying to stay in control, and. “Why? Does my breath really stink?” My hand goes right for my mouth, but he catches it. His eyes roll back as they close, and he lets out a grunt. I thought he’d put on a show of me stinking-I mean, I am “Stinky” after all-or tackle me, or something. The second he drops his hand from his nostrils, I huff a huge gust of breath in his face and laugh. It’s like you thought I stunk or something.” I scoot up, so my face is right next to his. “If I knew taking that off would’ve finally made you touch me, I would’ve done it when I walked in.”

He chuckles and I move my chin so I can look at him. No wonder he took off his hoodie, though. His chest is kinda damp from sweat, but it still smells awesome. As he falls back to the pillows, he pulls me down with him. The smarmy smirk curls on his face, and he scoots his butt closer to me. He laughs, pulling his shirt from my grasp.

Friday Night Alibi by Cassie Mae