PROLOGUE

"Now, about the deal," he said directly.

I sighed. "What do you want-"

"You."

My throat dried and my lips slightly parted.

I'm already yours. From the first moment you kissed me, I am yours.

I cannot move. I can't even speak. I'm speechless. I don't know how to answer. I can't utter a single word...

Even if I tried to remind myself that we shouldn't have a relationship that's more than friendship, there's that small part of me screaming for disapproval.

There's an opposition when it's him. As always.

Deep inside, I am aching and yearning for him to ask me out. There's a small part of me that was waiting for this moment.

"Go out with me. Date me." He stood up and slowly approached me until we're only a few meters away from each other.

Just enough to feel our burning bodies.

"But I'm your brother's past," I whispered to make sure he knew what he was getting into.

He cocked his head. "So?" he asked like my question was a very stupid one.

"Why do you want to date me?" I crossed my arms.

I'm not acting hard to get, but I just needed to be sure. And so, I won't give in so easily. Even if I want to kiss him, I have to make certain about his intentions. Maybe he just wants me for one thing— sex.

I knew he wasn’t that guy and that was proven when something almost happened to us in my room. But his assurance is a must for me. I have to double-check or else I'll be risking too much.

"Because I see something in you that I can't explain. You're driving me crazy. The more I pulled away from myself from you, the more I found myself going back."

I have to bite my lip very hard just so I can contain the ecstatic feeling that’s consuming me. "Maybe you just want me to warm your bed?"

"And that, too," when those words came out, my knees weakened.

I was stunned by his gentle face. I don't know what to say about his straightforward honesty. It should be a major turn-off. But I would be a hypocrite if I said I wouldn't want him to warm my bed, too.

"I know a lot of men have told you this. It sounds cliche, but hell—" He looks frustrated as he clenched his jaw. He smiled devilishly. “I would be lying if I said I do not think of every goddamn time. You're the only woman who keeps me up at night. When—"

His words were my undoing. I don’t know what has gotten into me. I quickly closed the gap between the two of us. I wrapped my arms around his neck and crushed him with a kiss.

The kiss I never knew I could give.

Oh, how I miss the taste of his lips. Sweeter than ever.

Fuck control.

Fuck consequences.

Fuck temptations.

There's no stopping me now.