"You have to stop dressing like that." He says, one hand running through my hair, the other on my lower back. I put a hand to my chest to make sure my heart is indeed beating normally, although it feels like it's beating double time. "Why?" I finally ask, breathlessly. I've never felt the urge more to kiss him than I...
(EDITING/REWRITING PROCESS) (Warning : If you're a first time reader, I suggest you to wait a little until I'm done with the rewriting to get a better experience in reading this. But if you decide to read it anyway, I'm sorry for the confusion while I'm editing it since I edit it by parts when I have the time.) What...