Pinch me.
This is a dream, right?
No, no, don't pinch me.
Let it go on.
Wait, I don't need pinching.
This is so real.
Mr Caesar is kissing me.
He is really kissing me.
He moved slowly on my lips, running his fingers through my hair, sending strong electrifying shivers down my spine. The butterflies in my belly are growing into birds.
Oh God!
I closed my eyes as he wrapped his hands around me, bringing me closer, and kept on kissing me.
I am kissing him back.
I seriously don't know what I am doing, but I am following his pace.
I am not doing a good job. I know that, but he doesn't seem to care. He is really kissing me.
This was my first kiss. I am happy he is my first!
Gosh!
Slowly, he released my lips. My eyes remained closed as I took in the pleasant feeling.
He chuckled, making me open my eyes.
He is looking at me.
My cheeks heated up.
"I see that you liked it," he said.
I smiled shyly.
"That's the secret I want you to keep," he said.
I looked at him.
"I shouldn't have done that. But you were irresistible." He said. My cheeks begged to burn.
"Promise to keep it a secret?"
I nodded.
"Good girl." He said, making me blush.
"Your ice-cream is melting," he said.
I looked at it and began eating it.
He chuckled.
I blushed hard.
I am eating the ice cream, but my lips still feel his on them.
I don't think I will ever get over this kiss.
I want another.
HOURS LATER,
"I will see you at work on Friday, right?" He asked the minute we pulled up in front of our building.
I nodded.
He smiled.
"Thank you for the ice-cream," I said.
"You are welcome, baby."
God, the nickname!
He chuckled.
"Bye." I said, reaching for the car door.
"Wait," he said, holding me back. I looked at him.
He leaned in. My heart raced as I braced myself excitedly for another kiss.
He kept leaning in, but I got a kiss on the cheek instead of my lips.
Disappointment washed me.
"Take care, blue eyes." He said.
I nodded, smiling a little before getting out of the car.
I waved at him a little as the car drove away.
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Caesar's Rose
RomanceThey say, the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know. How true is this? ◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️◼️ Rose Adams 17, Sweet, shy, innocent, intelligent. She lives and struggles with her industrious mother to make ends meet after being...