Athilda's pov
Our kissing session lasted almost three minutes before I finally snapped out of it.
What is wrong with me? Seriously, self? You just let Enzo kiss you like that? Where did your values go? What happened to being a proper….?
"You're the only guy I know who kisses the girl he's supposedly courting like that," I muttered, frowning. My lips were the real problem here.
The moment Enzo's lips landed on mine, I kissed him back without thinking. This is exactly what lust does to a person.
"I'm not courting you. This is just for our show, remember?" he said with a smirk, and I rolled my eyes. Oh right, fake courting, just for show.
"Fine! So that means you're kissing someone who is neither your girlfriend nor someone you're seriously trying to win over," I snapped. He's such a flirt. He had the nerve to keep kissing me like that!
But I cannot blame him completely. I let it happen. I was the one giving him permission.
