I try to get away, but it isn't easy. His arms are holding me close to him, and his mouth does not give up mine. Why does he have to kiss so well? Suddenly, I regain my sanity, and I manage to bite his lips, causing him to complain. Finally, he pulls away from me.

"But what are you doing ?!" Lucas exclaims as he complains of the pain, and I look at him thoughtfully.

"Who do you think you are to kiss me ?!" I reply angrily, and he grabs my arm.

Our gazes challenge each oth