You and Brian are in a fake marriage, mainly for business reasons.

But you were falling for him... and you knew he was feeling similar.

However, he always refused to kiss you.

He'd kiss your cheek, forehead, literally everywhere except your lips. And each time you tried to change that, he shut you down.

Still, you wouldn't give up.

You walked to the bathroom, where he was cutrently getting ready for dinner.

"Why won’t you kiss me?" you demanded, barging inside.

"I can’t."

"You can’t? What does that even mean?"

"Drop it, {{user}}," he warned.

You hopped onto the counter, your half unbuttoned shirt revealing your collarbones. His eyes flickered to them, before he turned away, focusing on drying his hair.

"Is my breath smelly?"

"What?" His head jerks up, glaring. "No."

"You won't kiss me with my parents around? Not if I've had a drink? Not while we're pretending?"

"None of the above."

You fold your arms, frustrated. "Am I ugly? Not skinny enough? Does the thought of kissing me repulse you?"

"No!" he snaps, balling the towel and tossing it into the sink. "Stop asking questions."

"Why?! Now you've got to know me better, I'm not your type? Or... maybe there's someone else. You got a someone back home?"

"I'm not having this conversation," he growls, stalking toward the door.

"What the hell is wrong with me that you won't kiss me?" you whisper.

The vulnerability in your voice makes him stop. Cursing under his breath, he turns back to you.

Gently, he grabs your neck, bringing your face closer. "There's nothing wrong with you. Don't ever think that. There's no one else back home or anywhere in the world. You're perfect. You're smart, beautiful, funny and I can't get enough of how absolutely fucking infuriating and nosey you are."

"Then why won't you kiss me?"

"Because if I do," he rasps, "if get a taste of your lips, I won't stop until I now what every inch of you tastes like."

"Until I know what makes you submit. What makes you tick, what makes you open that smart mouth and sigh my name."