My Dear Themi
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With her wiggly wobbly legs, she pushed him against the couch and leaned closer to analyse the features on his face which was chaotic, bitter and impassive.
On the spur of the moment, she pecked on his lips abruptly which she was gawking for a few trices. But it didn't last even for a few second as he jerked her off and with a thud clamour, she was laying down on the floor.
"HOW DARE YOU!" She roared, glaring at him.
"You are asking me this?! I should be the one to ask this question." He retorted.
The mere touch of an unknown girl shivered him off and fumed his blood but chose to keep a calm posture.
Who is she and why did they both react like that?
Join the journey of MY DEAR THEMI to know about these two opposite people.
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