“If we keep doing this, I promise you I won’t be a gentleman for much longer,” he warns with the softest voice, his eyes glued to my lips. I’m fascinated by how his mouth looks so right, surrounded by fashionable stubble and his chiseled jawline, slightly blushed from kissing. 

“Oh, I always knew you weren’t a gentleman,” I jest, biting my lip, unable to tear my gaze from his mouth either.  

You’re perfection.  

“Hey! I’ve been very well-behaved. You ...