“Why did you say you wanted to kiss me?” I asked the question that had been haunting me since yesterday. Greta tilted her head to the side, watching me quietly for several seconds. “Because I like your face.” I almost choked on laughter. “Only my face?” Her dark eyes took in every inch of my body, slowly, meticulously, as if she really wanted to make up her mind. This girl was out of this world. “I like your body as well.”
