18 Guess Who

LUNA

"D." I couldn't fix Dylan's necktie because he keeps stealing a kiss on my lips. I stepped away. "Stop kissing me."

"Can't get enough. I'm not sorry." There was a deceptive smile on his lips.

I took a deep breath and rearranged his necktie. Tonight Camille’s welcome party will be held and we need to go. Dad expected Dylan to come because there were a lot of businessmen going there.

"Let's go," I said.

He gripped my waist. "I still do not want."

"Papa and Camille will be looking for us." He traced my jaw with his seductive lips.

"My make-up is going to be messy, Dylan."

"Is your make-up more important than my kiss?" It's tempting to say so.

I bit my lip. I wrapped my arm around his neck. "Dylan, we need to go. Now. Please?"

He took a deep breath and moved away from me. He smiled with puffy eyes. "Queen's orders."