She suddenly tugged him closer, swaying slightly as she leaned in, her lips hovering dangerously close to his. His hand Shot up instantly, his fingers gently but firmly catching her chin, stopping her before she could close the distance. Her warm breath brushed against his skin as she stared at him with unfocused, alcohol-glazed eyes and whispered, "You know what? I really like that stupid mole on your lips... I want to kiss it." A mix of surprise flickered across his face before something darker and far more complicated settled in his eyes. His thumb brushes along her jaw almost mockingly. "Little Siri," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You really like the mole on your rival's lips?" She nodded innocently, cheeks flushed pink. He let out a soft laugh; there was no real humour in it. His forehead nearly touched hers as he looked into those innocent eyes. "Don't do things you'll regret tomorrow," he whispered, his voice losing its teasing edge. "Especially not with me." "And I..." he paused, swallowing the lump in his throat, "I don't want to be your drunken mistake, Little Siri." Despite how badly he wanted to close the tiny distance between them. Sart after completing 1st book
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