Elise felt her cheeks reddened and embarrassment enveloping her eyes but she didn't move away nor her lips said words to counter his words or stop him. Seeing it, Ian can't help but pull a wide smile.
"You're not going to stop me?" Ian whispered when his lips turned brushed against the top of her ears. "I thought you'll be saying things by now."
Elise bit the inside of her cheeks. She didn't talk because she didn't know what she wanted to do or feel. At one side, Elise wanted to stop Ian for the ticklish feeling that filled her stomach with butterflies but at another, she didn't want to stop. The former feeling was smaller than the latter, stopping her from talking or stopping him.
She opened her pursed lips, "I never dream of odd things about you."
"Odd things? Like what?" Ian turned his eyes at her, an oblivious expression appeared on his face as if he really can't understand what Elise was feeling. "Where does your dream often stop at? A kiss?"
