"Your eyes remind me of melted chocolate."
"John."
"And your hair is really cute too, almost like spiraled spaghetti."
"Stop talking."Astrid wanted to keep up her stern demeanor but that last comment threatened break that concentration. Spiraled spaghetti? That's considered cute? What was really cute was John's fruitless attempts to make her swoon. "I already told you that nothing you say is going to make me be all over you."
The determination in his face slowly began to fade. Aware of the drop in his mood, Astrid brought a hand to his cheek and used her thumb to rub at the prickly stubble adorning it.
"Sorry, babe. I'm just too—" The sudden pull at her arm cut her sentence short. Her face was brought up to John's who took the opportunity to peck her.
"I love you." The words left his mouth in a whisper as he let go of her.
Astrid sat blinking rapidly for a moment before slapping her hands over her face. She couldn't move or else he would see the horrible blush reddening her face.
A.N. Unrelated to the story- Luke Mitchell is a sexy piece of sexy.