"Like you expressed your friend, am I the one who make you feel those butterflies that you encounter in the pages of your novels?"
As soon as he spoke, my throat constricted. Our faces were just mere inches apart. I lowered my gaze, unable to bear looking at him.
With his finger beneath my chin, he lifted my eyes to meet his, his piercing blue eyes held me captive, as if I had drifted into their depths. He murmured, " I asked you something, Princess."
I couldn't help but reply, "No". My voice was a mere whispered, his gazed still fixed upon me. It seemed as, if he blinked his eyes, i might be vanished into thin air.
He grabbed the back of my neck and spoke in his deep husky voice. "Let me see, how truthful my princess is being with me."
With that he pressed his lips against mine, showing how much he craves for and I felt my legs weakning....
Is he really the one?
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