My Fake Fiancee

Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin.

"Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word.

I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face.

"You claim yourself my fiancée?"

I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what.

"Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---"

And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine.