It's silent for a moment as my hesitation rears its ugly head but then I nod.
His face brightens. His lips trail down the line of my jaw. Under my ear. Along the sensitive skin of my neck.
My fingers tighten in his jersey.
"You're a menace."
"I'm educating you."
"Are you serious right now?"
He smiles against my skin.
"You said you wanted to learn."
His mouth brushes the corner of my lips again.
Still not kissing me.
"You're impossible," I breathe. "What am I even meant to be learning?" My voice is breathless, wanton almost and I squeeze my eyes shut.
"Stop chasing."
"I'm not."
He pulls back fully this time.
Just enough that I feel the loss.
"Then stop turning for my mouth. Just relax and enjoy."
I hate him.
I absolutely hate him.
I almost want to surge forward to kiss him myself.
I don't.
He laughs under his breath, no doubt at the glare I'm sending his way. A glare I know has zero heat in it.
"Tease," I accuse.
He grins.
"Say please."
"Absolutely not."
"Then wait."
He leans in again.
Slow.
Painfully slow.
His mouth hovers.
