Zoe turned her lips in so even when his lips connected, they touched skin. She wasn't going to kiss him. And it was disturbing to hear he'd killed. She knew that it was her own fault for getting him worked up with that kiss, she didn't think he could think about anything else and she didn't have the strength to fight him off.
"Chance.. my side is killing me, I hate your face right now but I still don't want you to go and all you can do is think of kissing me." she looked in pain and frustrated. She needed a distraction. She had an idea and raised her brows a little and looked at him, "You wanna play a game? 20 questions. Every answer you give me, I'll give you a kiss. Deal?"