MATTHEW
I kissed Jeanne.
I hope she won’t mind.
I wish she could feel.
Peter was wasted and exhausted after his moment at the dance floor. Bob and Mia brought Nathan who is also the same situation as Peter. Then, I had no choice than to bring the wasted siblings home. I carried Jeanne to my car while Peter is sleeping still at the table.
Rain started to pour outside. I borrowed an umbrella from the bartender who looked like a fifty year old European tattoo artist.
The traffic light glow yellow on the wet asphalt. The rain pours harder. Weighty raindrops clang against the aluminium like a pinball machine.
Carrying Jeanne to the car, her breast reveals by the gust of wind and rain. Droplets of her rain accentuated the her curves on the dress she is wearing.
I am soaked. Completely .
Her hair clings to my arms and water squishes between my shoes and the soles of my feet.
Jeanne is wet.
Then I felt the pressure.
My mind started to think of strange things
Just look away
And stop.
I fumble my way to inside the car. Jeanne seated sleeping beside me. Her hair is wet as mine now. A stream of water cascade down to my nose. Peter is heavily sleeping on the billowing warm at the back seat.
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Never Fade
RomanceVoracious reader, Jeanne Earl met startling and handsome writer, Matthew Verdon at a coffee shop one afternoon. Jeanne draws herself to how she feel about Matthew, but Matthew continuously denies of what he truly feels. As an Editor in Chief of a...
