"maybe it's not the way her body moves with mine, but the way her red lips connect with mine".
I watched as she made her way towards the bar. Her short dress hug her tight, making me lose my mind.
The way she walk sending chills upon my spine, she's work of arts.
Her friends gave her something, they give her shots, the way she's cringe, I suppose it's her first time. They aren't supposed to done that. They aren't supposed to ruin her innocent self.
I watch as someone took her to the middle of dance floor, he touch her there. I don't like it when someone touch what's mine.
I made my way towards the dance floor, I took her in my arms, shoving the guy who own her. The guy back off and left us alone, "t-thank you" her voice above whispers. And smirk fell upon my face, I save her.
