He broke the kiss and placed his forehead against mine. "Ela," his breath fanned over my face, causing weakening shivers through me.

"Olly," I called, and my hand stroked his face.

His hand came to touch mine, and he pulled back. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that." He began rubbing his thumb over my hand.

I scoffed, "You're sorry for kissing me?" I demanded in frustration. "What is this?" 

"I do not understand."

My teeth gritted, and in anger, I beheld the hot man who just awakened desires deep within me—desires he wasn't ready to satisfy. "A month ago, you asked me out on a date; I shouldn't have...