"I'm good," you said sternly. She walked close to you. "You can stop at anytime," Mila said. Her soft lips inches from yours. Why was she doing this? She had to know she was driving you crazy. You push a small strand of hair out of her face. Her hand grabbed yours. It was like electricity going through your body. She slid your hand down...your fingers grazing her sweet lips. You could've sworn you felt her tongue tease your passing fingers. She put your hand on her chest