Annie's POV
The mocking smile on his face makes me even wetter.
I know tattoos hurt but I just need him to see me, to look at me with the same stare he looks at those women with.
He moves closer to me and places his hand on my thighs, I blink as his breath hits my face, mint and hint of candy. The one I bought him earlier.
“Annie” he calls my name, “I'm serious” I say with a weak voice, his hand on my thigh is making me tingle in places I shouldn't.
“Are you?“ He asks and the room goes silent except for the buzzing of electricity in the air, hum of the air con and a number of other electrical appliances.
He tilts his head and his eyes drop to my lips.
“Annie” he calls my name and I open my mouth, before a word can slip past, he crashes his lips on mine and holds the back of my head
