Prologue.
Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to my hip. It settled there and pulled me closer. I inhaled sharply. I stood there against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. ‘Must he be so perfect?’ I thought. I splayed my hand against his chest, intending to push him away, but instead I just left it there. His breathing quickened as did mine. He began nuzzling my neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. I urged myself to push away, but couldn’t. My limp body began to tremble uncontrollably. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to mine. I was surprised to find my own lips parted. Our breaths mingled, and my heart fluttered inside my chest.
