Why The Hell Can't I Kiss My Own Man?

She awaited his advance for a minute, in the end her patience thinned, and tears welled up in the eyes. "Do you not find me desirable?" Not anger, but a mini heartbreak pushed the question from the base of her heart. 

Mubai's shoulders tensed, his eyes openly displayed their restlessness upon her sudden odd question. "I do, most desirable at that!" He clarified instantly.

"It's been a few years already, yet you never made any such moves. My friends exchange kisses on their first date and do much more in a span of days, but—" She choked on her words. Fear of him finding her unpleasant was like a thick sturdy vine that clasped around her neck tightly.

Was Mubai forcing himself to remain in that relationship because he pitied her?! Had his feelings been changing over the years under her nose?! No!