“You’re too sweet for your own good.” “You can have some. There’s plenty to go around.” The offer escaped me without a single thought to how it might come across. All of the playfulness in the air drowned beneath the intensity of his eyes. His stare burned me with the hot lick of a flame. My heart tightened at the tension, resolve wavering. But then he ran a thumb over the scar on his bottom lip and looked away.
Insta lust much?
