Chapter 11 Rain Of Bullets
- “No, no, never.” I continuously opposed the idea and my mind again remembered the feeling of his lips gliding on mine. His beating heart; below my chest, that resonating peaceful sound. The way I was molded on his body; I am experiencing the same pull again in air.
- “Then why are you blushing pink?” he asked, while closing the distance between us.
- “I am not.” I refused, shaking my head in negative.