If you'd told me five minutes ago that I'd be sitting here with Ian Han's head in my lap, wanting him to kiss me so badly I could taste it…first I'd have laughed in your face, then I'd have shoved a broom stick in your ass, and called you delusional.
And now? Now I want him. Not his ass… Shut up, June. I mean his lips. Just his lips. Ugh, I sound insane..
Ian Han was the last person on Earth I wasn't suppose to want. I have spent two years loudly hating him.
Say something, June. Anything before he hears your brain melting.
"I shouldn't have overreacted the other day you kissed me," I blurted, my voice way too soft for how fast my heart was beating.
Ian froze, then tilted his head like he was making sure he heard right. "You call that overreacting? You practically shoved me into another dimension."
I groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Exactly. I made it a bigger deal than it had to be."
