Chapter Seventy
Ava's POV
I kissed him.
I grabbed his collar and pulled myself up before planting a peck on his lips, feeling like I might puke my guts out. Our lips contact was less than a second, before I pulled away but it felt like it was forever. He did not even get a chance to hold me, before I pushed him away.
He made a guttural sound in the back of his throat and tried to grab my arms from the side when I pulled away.
"Um huh. That's not a kiss." He whined for a second, sounding like a kid. I stopped myself from sneering at him.
"That's all you get from me. Now, let's go." I said, and picked up my purse. I twirled around to get out of the place when he grabbed my hand. Turning me to face him.
"That wasn't a kiss." He said, firmly.
I jerked my hand out of his hold. Turning my glare at him.