“You recognize you’re doing a foul job at hiding your smile, proper?”

“O-Oh.”

Valerian couldn’t bear in mind seeing something lovelier as he watched a helpless smile kind over her lips.

“Can we begin over with a clear slate? You probably did say I used to be shit—twice.”

A bubble of laughter escaped her as she stated the final phrase and the sound was simply too rattling lovely.

And scorching.

Valerian felt like he was shedding his thoughts.

Lovely and scorching didn’t go collectively, dumbass.

Or a minimum of that hadn’t been the case…till now.

Till her.

Poppy.

She was nonetheless wanting up at him like she thought-about it the most effective dream ever that he had stated ‘shit’ upon seeing her.

And it was nonetheless the most well liked and most lovable factor he had ever seen.

I hand over.

After which he was hauling her shut and doing what he had wished to do from the very first second he noticed her.

Poppy didn’t even have the time to gasp as Valerian pulled her into his arms and coated her mouth along with his.

And this kiss was similar to the opposite instances he had kissed her, with the best way her mind shut down as his tongue thrust previous her lips.

She may solely clutch his shirt between her fingers because the kiss deepened. May solely whimper in opposition to his lips as she grew dizzier with each stroke of his tongue. She would gladly hand over respiratory for this kiss to by no means finish—

However in fact, it did finish, and Poppy didn’t even understand how she was him till Valerian’s gaze gleamed down at her in amusement.

“You seem like you’re able to cry out of frustration.”

Poppy hurriedly shook her head although part of her was satisfied it was so mortifyingly true. “N-No, I’m not.”

“It’s alright,” he soothed. “I promise I’ll do greater than kiss you afterward—”

Poppy let loose a pant. “T-That’s not—”

“However for now, I’ll want you to do one factor for me.”

Her coronary heart threatened to cease beating when she noticed him attain for one thing in his pocket.

Was he going to—

“Will you…”

He couldn’t presumably—

“Signal one thing for me?”

Poppy stared dumbly on the gold-plated pen he had positioned in her hand.

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