He slowly leans down to brush his lips against mine, and I can feel myself melting at his touch. "Let's make a bet," he murmurs into my lips. He's making his way across my jawline, placing featherlight kisses across my skin. "If I win," he says breathlessly -at least I affect him as much as he does me. As he lays a scorching kiss at my throat, my pulse is racing out of control, and I feel warm and fuzzy all over. "I want to take you on a proper date." He stops his lip coercion, to look at me; I open my eyes -which I hadn't even realized were closed. He rolls over so that I'm on top of him. "And what if I win?" "You can have anything you want, baby."
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