Be Your Own Spring novel Chapter 78

He was so close to me that I could smell his cologne from our little to no distance.

He came a little closer, making me close my eyes and sniff his cologne shamelessly.

I sighed and looked at him to see a small smile tugging at the corner off his lip, but he turned the switch off and went back to being cold towards me.

"I believe I asked you a question?" Kezr said putting his finger on my chin to keep the eye contact intact.

"Huh? Oh, yeah... Uh-I-donot....know what I did?" I asked, obviously confused, shaking my head.

"What time is it?" He asked nodding towards the clock.

I looked over at the wall and saw it was 1.00pm.

Oh. At least I know he is not really angry...

"Shoot! We were supposed to-" He smirked.

"-go to a meeting." I completed teasing him.

His smirked wiped off and I smirked knowing well enough what I did.

"No. It's 1pm, where's my 1'o clock kiss?" He pouted at me and I giggled internally knowing I got him.

"Well, Mr Heznaya....", I said placing my hand on his suit and straightened his tie, his eyes widened when I pulled him towards me by pulling on his tie.

"Why should I kiss you? You don't belong to me, ask the witch who you belong to, to kiss you." I said angrily and pushed him backwards.

I turned around and was begining to leave. As I put my hand on the knob, I felt his hot breath on my neck.

I froze and closed my eyes when he bit my earlobe.

A moan left my mouth involuntarily, but I wasn't embarrassed.

"Rozella, My Zella." He whispered to me.

He went down and placed a kiss on my neck, letting his lips linger there for a while, he kissed all the way up to my ears making me shiver.

"I know I said that, but I was teasing you." He said deeply, his hoarse voice doing things to me.

"I-" He kissed me on the neck once.

"Belong-" twice

"To-" thrice

"You-" quadrice.

I smiled while my eyes closed.

"I like you... Only you... I wouldn't let you or myself be anybody else's."

"Got it?" He asked making me smile deeply.

I turned around and kissed him roughly but gently.

I pulled away and placed my forehead against his. "Mine."

"Yours."

"Yours?"

"Mine."