Ignored.

Leila's POV.

He cradles my face softly, making my eyes widen, I can't believe he is touching me.

For someone who hated me so much, who never failed to show how he hated me, he was touching my face now.

His gaze landed on my lips, and I saw something flash in his eyes, like he wanted them, wanted it badly. Then his hand came to rest at the nape of my neck, he pulled me closer.

When his mouth came to mine, I closed my eyes. He's kissing me as if there is no tomorrow.

My heart beats in rhythm with his as the kiss deepens and I wrap my arms around him tightly, afraid that if I don’t hold him, he might disappear right before my eyes.

This was a rare moment for me, a moment where he didn't hate me, he didn't treat me with disgust.

I am drowning in his scent and I'm lost in the sensation of him holding me close.

The kiss gets deeper and harder until he suddenly breaks away from me, his breathing rapid and uneven.

We stare into each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity.

Suddenly his e