Elliot's bout of anger came as quickly as it went.
After the kiss, Georgia hugged him and felt the tension leave his body.
'He must not be angry anymore,' Georgia thought.
Her slender fingers clutched the hem of his shirt. In the heat of the kiss, she had unknowingly pulled it free from his belt.
An unintentional glance fell upon his firm muscles.
Elliot pinned her against the wall, his handsome hand caressing her cheek. He exhaled slowly. "Georgia, when did you start to fall for me?"
Georgia was baffled. 'Why is he suddenly asking this?'
When had she started to fall for him? She couldn't remember.
She only knew that by the time she realized she had feelings for him, she was already in too deep.
She changed the subject. "You promised me you wouldn't smoke!"
She looked up, her gaze faintly accusatory as she tried to read his mind.
Most couples were like this; they'd always kiss and make up.
