"You didn't help me shower," he said in a low voice as we stared into each other's eyes.
"So?"
"So, you owe me," he replied. "Ain't that why you agreed to help me clean up in the first place?"
"What do you want from me, War?" I asked, my voice sounding much lighter than I intended.
He placed his hands on my hips and lifted me onto the counter. I gasped as my hands fell on his shoulders. War smirked and I glared.
"I want a kiss."
Oh, god no. I can't. I really can't.
"War-"
"We kissed once already. I can't stop thinking about it," he admitted as he looked at my lips, leaning in slightly. "Just a little... tiny... kiss..."
I shouldn't. We shouldn't. This shouldn't...
War's lips brushed mine gently. He gave me plenty of time to say no. He didn't push, didn't even actually kiss me. Hi
