13: PAPA

"Can I stay here, even just for tonight?" he asked, his lips inches away from mine, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine. He rested his hands on his muscular chest, and I could feel the dampness of his clothes from the rain. I was at a loss for words, but before I could even process the situation, I found myself responding to his gentle kiss.

I followed the movement of his lips, noticing their familiarity. Had we met before? Had we kissed? I couldn't recall our paths crossing, except for the fact that we were adversaries after he criticized my business as being unlucky, despite him being the one bringing misfortune to my coffee shop!

He devoured my lips with a hunger and thirst that seemed insatiable, ravishing me completely. The heat radiating from his lips sent a thousand different sensations coursing through my body. His hand found its way to the back of my neck, deepening the kiss as his tongue traced the outline of my lips, seeking more. I parted my lips without