An Impatient Man

Zara

He closed the door behind him without breaking eye contact with me, and it was only then that I found my voice again. I pulled back from the kiss, my palms pressed flat against his chest, putting just enough space between us to breathe.

"What are you doing?" I asked, louder than I meant to.

"What am I doing?" He raised an eyebrow like I just asked a ridiculous question. "I'm doing exactly wha