Twenty nine

His gaze was still settled on me when he asked this, and I couldn't help but stiffen when he reached out to pull back a strand of my hair that blew into my face, his warm fingers scraping my face along the way.

"Hmm?" He demanded again when I didn't respond.

"No, it's not that. I..." I began to speak, but he interrupted, "That's a shame then. I came because I thought you did."

I didn't even know what to say to him, and I could only stare. But then, he didn’t seem to really care about my loss of words as his face came closer. His eyes were really dark and sensual, such that they made me swallow subconsciously.

His gaze moved to my lips, and even before his lips touched mine, I knew what he wanted to do. But for some reason, I didn't move away or avoid the incoming kiss in any way. Instead, I found myself closing my eyes in response, my skin tingling with a hint of anticipation.

But instead of kissing me, he placed his face side by side with mine, his lips brushing my earlobes. I breathe