Chapter 85 Minutes

• Andrius
• Amia leaned in. Her lashes fluttered as her eyes closed, and her plush pink lips were begging me to close the distance. I inched forward, stopping myself from doing just that. Instead, I memorized the freckles dusted across her nose. Lifting my hand, I placed my finger in front of her lips. They spread and when she realized I wasn’t kissing her, her eyes flashed open. She opened her mouth, the fury evident in her gaze, but I beat her to it.
• “I’m not finished with my story, and you have more questions. I don’t think we’ll get much done if we kiss because it won’t stop there,” I hummed.