she looked happy as she followed the depths of his lips. he tongue sneaking in and out from him. he looked happy to be with her, most likely from her joyful smile. Whatever they were before hand was gone. Now that she fell into the arms of Carl.
He was not nice to her, but that was something she chose to face. sometimes it would be hitting her, or just forcefully kissing her. he pecked her lips again and again, running his fingers through the tangles as he did so. White was not a colour that matched with her hair.
Eventhough there had been roughness in the past, she still found a way to curve herself into his lips. She kissed him for several minutes, trying to force him in so he did not have to go away. she wasted to enclose him. she whispered, "You'll always be my blondie, dwighty boy"