My black heart turned red and pumped harder when he looked at me like that — like I was the only person he wanted to look at in this universe. I’d lost count of the times I was sure he’d kiss me. Honestly, I'd either jump him or kick him out if he didn’t do it soon. “Are you going to kiss me now?” I whispered. His eyes darkened. “I’ve been dying to fucking kiss you.” “Then do it.” I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled him to me.
