Chapter 33

Lydia

I pouted leaning in for a kiss. A kiss that I wanted so badly to happen.

I closed my eyes as the song 'Happy by Pharrell Williams' got all my nerves giddy. I couldn't wait to have his lips on mine, to feel his earthly scent of sandalwood arouse my senses.

Whatever type of drink that bone dry martini was, it was working. I felt like I was flying, literally in the clouds with the strikingly handsome man infront of me.

I don't know but leather did make him look good. He reminded me of Tony Padilla from 13 reasons why, only less Spanish and more American.

I left his thin warm lips on my cheek and the smiley face I had turned to a frown.

"W..what was...that?"

"A kiss. Now let's go",he grabbed my arm but I refused to move.

"I can't"

"What now? I thought a sober you was hard to handle but you are even more stubborn when you are drunk!" He spat and I chuckled at his expression.

He was so mad. So angry like I was punishing him when all I wanted was for him to loosen up. He said I was up