The Bad Boy Wants Me (1)

"Too bad." Wait what? Why too bad?

"What do you mean too bad?" He moved closer to me, his face close to mine, our lips almost touching. My heart starts beating faster.

"Because I want you Isabella-Marie." I bit my lip, looking down at my lap. "Don't do that." I looked up at him, confused. He pulled my lip free from my teeth. "That." He rubbed my bottom lip, smiling. "Your lips are so soft, Bella."

"Thanks." I whispered.

Oh my gosh! What do I do? Should I say something else? I don't have much time to decide because I feel his lips on mine.