“I want another shot.” He huffs, his voice all husky and needy, making goosebumps trickle down my body. My heart is screaming at his words, knowing I could easily fall back under his spell, but luckily my mind is controlling my mouth at this moment. “At what?” I ask, still incapable of looking into his hooded eyes. “Your heart.” “I have a boyfriend,” I screech incredulously, his comment making me glare at him.
