Chapter Forty Nine

"You taste like strawberries."

He bites on his lip, and I resist the urge to kiss him again.

"Yeah, it's the lip gloss." I say stupidly and I mentally face palm myself for ruining the moment.

"Babygirl, you are so good at this after-kissing thing." He says sarcastically and chuckles.

"I know. Stop." I admit, trying to end this conversation of me constantly getting embarrassed and insulted.

"We could replay it." He says bluntly.

"The whole kiss." He adds, before planting a kiss on my forehead, just as my stomach grumbles.

"Just, after we get some food in there." He says, resting one hand on my stomach, and let's my sweater fall back down. I nod as he removes his forehead from mine.

"Jay will take a nap so we have all the time to ourselves." He says and I just stand there. Was I supposed to nod? So I nod, a little too vigorously though.

"Look at you, desperate." He smirks, before adding,