Don't Kiss Me Harder

His dark green eyes adorned with long, dark lashes - piercing and mesmerising, but warm nonetheless with a cheeky twinkle. His gold chain stayed tucked under his wet white shirt, which was now somewhat translucent. Well, enough to outline his prominent abs, so perfectly shaped under his copper skin, speckled with freckles here and there-

"Want me to take it off?" (#woahcalmdownjamal)

Lavinia's eyes shot up to his. All traces of anger he had had been replaced with amusement. Her cheeks went crimson.

"Huh?!"

"My eyes are up here," he chuckled, "if you keep looking at me like a piece of meat, you'll get my hopes up Lavinia. I might start thinking you like me back," he winked, flashing his dazzling smile.

Panic!

Lavinia likes Roberto. Roberto likes Lavinia. It should be simple, right?

But the glint in Roberto's eyes feel...dangerous, and she doesn't want to get hurt. She's heard of his player type.

She didn't want to get caught in that kind of mess.

But that kiss.