"Kiss me," he whispered against her cold skin, making the shivers that are down her spine feel like she's dancing with the snow.
"I can't," she whispers back, as if they fear that they'll be caught.
"Why not? You know you want to," the cocky boy smirks, leaving a trail of kisses up and down her neck.
"You're wrong for me."
"I know you, darling. I know how you are. I know that you can't resist me," he twirls a piece of her long hair in between his two fingers, his green eyes watching her intensely.
"You're wrong for me," she repeats, a little weaker this time.
"Come on, I'm not that bad," he smiles, showing off his perfectly white teeth before he turns her chin towards him.
"You love me, admit it," he drops the smile slowly, looking a little more serious, but lost in lust all in the same look.
"I love you," she whispers before smashing her lips into his, not caring about the heart that could be dropped and smashed. She only cares that this boy is hers, and she is his.
"That's what I thought," he laughs through their kiss, "I love you too, darling."
