No way! There was no way, right? Sara asked herself. She didn't hear him correctly, right? But still feeling the warmth around her waist, his breath fanning her face and his forehead still placed on hers, there was no way she could have misheard under such proximity, right?
"President…"
"Call me president again, and I'll kiss you," he said with a serious expression that left Sara speechless. He stared into her eyes as he said these words, and she knew he meant every word.
"What?!"
"And right now, don't speak unless you want me to kiss you," he added.
Sara opened her mouth, but no words made it out. She saw him swallow his saliva while staring at her lips, and she clamped her mouth shut. He would do it. She could feel it. He was not joking.
