This accursed face of an ancient fiend once again made me lose all sense of time, even what he had just asked me. Gazing blankly at his lips, I nervously swallowed, afraid he might suddenly kiss me—yet secretly hoping something would happen, my limbs too weak to move.
"Hey, if you don't start breathing soon, you'll suffocate!" His finger lightly flicked the tip of my nose.
My scattered senses abruptly returned. I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart and tried to push his leg off me to stand up, but he suddenly leaned in and captured my lips.
I held my breath again, fearing his fangs might appear. But to my surprise, the gentle kiss was like petals brushing against my lips—sweet, lingering, setting my heart aflutter.
Remembering how he had coughed up blood due to the curse, my heart ached sharply. His hands, wrapped around my waist, began to roam boldly, his fingers lifting the hem of my skirt.
