DAHLIA 

Slowly and subconsciously, my tongue slithered over my lower lip that had gone dry. 

His eyes followed the movement, darkening his orbs. “P-please.”

I wanted it too. So badly. My sense of reasoning was trying to melt into the background, to hide beneath layers of reasons why I should give in and let him kiss me, but I held on desperately.

I couldn’t risk losing my sense of reasoning. 

“Let’s not do this.” It was hard not acknowledging the shift of the room’s ambience from tensed and angry to… something more heated. 

This particular heat had nothing to do with anger. Just something else. 

I bit my lower lip,...