Craze

"You're wrong. I feel nothing for you, absolutely nothing," I argued back crossing my arms over my chest like a stuck up child.

His dark eyes were fixed on mine.

"Is that so?" He asked, sounding almost challenging, also crossing his arms over his well worked out chest.

"Yep. Nothing" I practically squeak.

I didn't notice that he closed the gap between us until I felt myself backing up against the wall.

He lowered his head and his lip brushed against my neck.

My chest was beating rapidly and my hands were now down by my sides, his were above my shoulders, pressed against the wall.

My breathing was so loud I'm sure the people down the stairs could even hear it. I could feel a smirk carve into his lips, against my skin.

I felt as if I could collapse, my bones were putty, just from his lips grazing my skin.

He backed up a bit and crossed his arms again, clearly amused with my state.

"Relax, love. I'm not going to touch you," he chuckled, with a huge devilish smirk plastered on his face.

His brows raised quickly as if suggesting what he said next, "not until you want me too, anyway".