Cole’s nostrils flare and I fold my arms, feeling smug.
“You’ll regret this,” he says.
“Don’t care.”
He takes a deep breath. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Silver,” he warns. He only uses my given name when he’s mad or wants me to do something.
“You have to say the whole sentence.”
He grits his teeth but speaks in a calm voice. “Please kiss me on the cheek.”
I do.
Placing a hand on the bench, I lean over and brush my lips against his right cheek. The contact is brief, but for some reason, my face heats and I quickly pull back.
He’s smirking.
Why is he smirking?
Cole taps his left cheek. “Now, the other one.”
“We only agreed on one cheek.”
“We only agreed on a cheek, we didn’t specify which one. I wanted the left one.”
“Fine.” I want to feel his skin again anyway.
He leans in slightly so his left cheek is in front of me. But the moment my lips are about to make contact with his skin, he abruptly turns his head and his mouth seals to mine.
For a second, I’m too stunned to react. His lips are soft and feel fuller than they look.
And now, they’re on mine.
I reel back in shock, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. My cheeks are so hot, I feel like they’ll explode.
“W-w-w-why d-did you d-do t-that?!” I point a shaky finger at him. It’s like I can’t speak anymore.
Another smirk lifts his lips. The lips I just kissed. “Because.”
“Cole, you…you…”
“Tosser?” he completes for me, tilting his head.
“I wish you’d die —” I pause, realising what I said. Those words should never be said, not after what happened with Mum recently. “I didn’t mean that.”
“I’m fine if you do. Besides, you’re the only one to blame for this.”
“Me?”
“I told you you’d regret it. Don’t threaten me again, Butterfly. You’ll never win against me.”
I hit his shoulder with a closed fist. “Go away!”
“Or what? You’ll stop acting like a lady? You already have. Ladies don’t punch.”