“Do you want to kiss me?” Her breath brushed against his neck, inches from his ear.
“Yes.” The scent of vanilla filled his head.
“You do?”
“Beyond a doubt.” He wanted to lick that vanilla off her body.
“Why don’t you kiss me then?”
“Because you didn’t ask me to.”
“Why?” The look on her face told him of her bewilderment. “Am I supposed to?”
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