“Haven’t you been told to not follow a guy into his room? He can do things to you,” he smirked.
“I trust you,” I said, looking at him. It was the first time I’d seen the color of his eyes properly. They were coffee brown and they are amazingly beautiful. He is so close to me I could hardly breathe.
“Gab” I silently called him, “You are too close, please move.” I pressed against the wall to create some space, but he moved in closer and I started to breathe hard. “Gab please!” My pleading came out as a whisper. Why was he affecting me like this? Continue reading “Irresistible Flames of Love”