𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

THE voice took salma by surprise, once again.

the guy turned salma and himself around to face the other person.

it was polo, his fists were clenched and anger was written on his face.

" listen little boy, I think it's best if y- "

the guy was cut off short, when polo's fist collided with the guy's jaw.

which who fell on the floor, and setting salma free from his grasp.

" come on, let's go! "

polo shouted over the loud music, as polo grabbed salma's arm, and pulling her into a different room in the club.

" you know, you didn't have to do that, I could've handle I
myself. "

said salma, in a low voice, while him and her where now in a different crowd of people.

" don't lie, we both know you couldn't. "

said polo as he moved closer to salma, who started to back up before her back hit the wall.

" get away from me. murderer. "

salma spat at the blue eyed boy.

" murderer? you kissed this murderer, and never told anyone. why not ? "

polo whispered in salma's ear.

finally having enough, salma trying to push polo away, but miserably failed.

" you still think of me at night, don't you ? even probably in the shower, hmm ? "

before salma could reply back, polo's lips crashed into her's.

the kiss was rough, and sloppy.

his lips were soft, and smooth.

salma didn't know why she didn't stop, but something with the kids felt right.

kissing a murderer, felt right ?

that questioned flowed salma's mind.

stopping the kiss, to breathe.

" can we take this somewhere else, you're killing me. specially if I can't rip this dress off your tight little body. "

polo said, while close to salma's face.

" I don't think so, I came here to have fun polo. "

said salma, out of breathe.

" you can. but with me. "

smirking salma as she lead polo to a different room.

where everyone else were.

everyone was dancing.

samuel with rebe, and valerio ?

everyone was dancing with different people, spilling champagne one themselves.