Chapter 92: Slaves to our Nature ( Luther’s POV )
I didn’t move or breathe. Or react in any way.
At least I don’t think I did.
This annoying idiot that did nothing but gather unwanted attention over me for the last year was grinning ear to ear, excited about some measly eye contact.
I covered my lips.
It wasn’t to protect myself from another unexpected kiss. It was just an involuntary way to check if the heat of his mouth on mine was still lingering—
As if to prove it actually happened.
He swapped a piece of my hair behind my ear. His teal eyes looked soft and needy.
Despite his big grin, he looked like he was searching for approval. Or a scolding. Anything really.
"Did you hate it?"
"Why would you kiss me?"
"I’ve told you since we were in high school. I like you, Luther."
"Why? I haven’t talked to you. Or did anything for you to like me."