nce you get a taste of it, eventually it knocks all senses of you

other one was on my face securing my head for him not that I mind. his kiss was warm, unnerving, passionate, and slow until he initiated the french kiss, I me

an catch our breath with his head buried in the crook of my

es telling me to stop that I was about to make a mistake or I was been cheap on my date for the first time I really wanted him

said hoarsely caressing my cheeks while I bit

t because I Kissed him but

rived at the yard then I saw a swing. I don't remember the last time I swung and it relaxes my nerves. So I walked towards it. Reaching there

crutiniz

stopped by the strings and pushed it forward making me blush. I can't

ped swinging me. Trying to figure out what I mean I think.

l at his remarks. My parents weren't proud of my

Sweden? I decided to change the to

dris for some time now" did he just say,

e chuckled, stopped swinging me, and crouche

s face wrinkled as he asked

er at Harvard. That's it" he star

dn't understand what he meant then

him. I know he's poor and you know uneducated. Who am I to judge him.

he heard me cos his eyes were glued to m

mself like he was losing control. What! Does he

me home? He blinked, bit his lips

, my

mething" this will be interesting. I stood up as well sta

takes, I'll do it" had I kn

ide pocket, held my arm out, and scribble som

he stated while I lowered my arm to take a look. He'd wri

as happe