It's always that simple like this time. My drunkard voice let it out, "We can't be friends, junior..." I don't know why did I say something LIKE that!
But how could I tie those feelings behind my tongue when I just feel like I never gone through s...
I dropped the stilettos on the floor and leaned over her face to look at her closed eyes, which were throwing daggers at me a while ago. Her breath hit my face, and she snored cutely under me.
I don't want to kiss her now, though my demon badly wants to.
I took my mobile and clicked a photo of her.
With a red dress draped around her curves, her scent seduced me along with the silence echoing in the room we were in. She was like a prizeless painting I would stare and admire for my whole life.
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I laid next to Laila and raised my phone to my face. Her innocent face was inside the screen, reminding me that I have that goddess next to me.
Little by little, my stone heart softens to cotton in her presence.
Her lock of golden blonde hair brushed my face when Laila twisted her hip to one side and faced me.
Her face made an uneasy expression, like the posture was painful.
When I turned to my left and saw her dress, my breath caught in the middle of my lung. The rectangular neck of her dress was broad enough to project her cleavage.
With her weight on one side, her breasts mash with one another, and my heart thrashes hastily at the sight that it could be audible to anyone inside the room.
"Holy shit!" I mutter under my breath and drift my face away from the juicy sight.
I pushed my shivering hands into the cot and shut my eyes to divert my dirty mind. I badly want to touch them.
"T-Trevor!" I heard a whimper all of a sudden, and I swiftly faced her.
She flapped her lash with strain, all while tying my heart up and pulling it towards her with those drunken blue orbs.
My lips were ajar without my concern as her wild stare hypnotized my next move.
