Some say the way anda ciuman the one anda love, shows just how much you’re in cinta with them. And, that ‘some’ of people, were exactly right. Because, when she kissed him, it wasn’t just a lustful kiss, it was a ciuman of feelings, tampilkan how much she wanted this… wanted him. This one ciuman was better than the numerous kisses and make outs she had performed in the past. It was like the first time a child tasted sugary candy, it was delicious, and yet bad for you. He was bad for her, and she knew it. But yet, like the candy, he was so delicious and tasty, that she couldn’t help herself.
Everything around her is spinning, her head is killing her, but she couldn’t care less. All she cared about was making this ciuman go on longer, and it had. It had gone on so long, that her mouth was starting to become sore from all the different angles she was moving it. Her bottom lip hurt from where he had bitten it roughly so many damn times, but, she wasn’t complaining. They were still outside her front door, her arms wrapped completely around his neck, while his were tightly wrapped around her curvy hips. A few times she had to catch herself oleh not falling over, either it was from the alcohol, atau him making her light on her feet. And, even though how pathetic this sounds, it was the detik one…
She gasps into his mouth, tampilkan how he takes her breath away. Their tongues finally meet, as he slowly slips his tongue to hers. It wasn’t a battle when their tongues began to collide with each other. It was lebih slow and sensual, trying to get a feel of one another’s. As his tongue gently moves back and forth on hers, she slowly closes her lips around his tongue, and gently sucks on it, until she steps back. His lips are moist, and his icy blue eyes are staring in hers, curiously, demanding an answer. She gently takes her left hands fingers and places them slowly on her lips, giving a worried look, as her fingers start to shake upon her swollen lips.

“I… I’m sorry.”

She gently whispers.

He scrunches his brows, giving a confused look.

“I gotta go.”

He states, and she gives a sad look.

“Of course, I got class in the morning. So…”

She states, and awkwardly shakes her head up and down.

He just nods, and starts to walk down the stairs.

“Hey!”

She shouts to get his attention, and he turns around from half way down the stairs, to look at her.

“Thanks…”

She pauses.

“For the ride.”

He nods.

“Thanks for the kiss.”

He states while looking her in the eyes. Then turns around and walks hurriedly down the stairs, as her face turns a bright red.


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This had to have been the worst hari of her life. In Endocrinology Class, the professor had come up with an assignment, a group assignment. He had membagi, split the groups in threes, going in kursi formation. And, unfortunately for her, her kursi was selanjutnya to him. And, just like she expected, he was in her group, along with some guy named Jeff that always had a creepy look on his face. Even though Jeff’s face freaked her out a bit, he might come in handy, because when someone’s around with them, it won’t be that awkward, right? Unfortunately for her, she knew nothing of Jeff’s work ethic, so she had no clue whatsoever that he’d only rarely help out with this assignment.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“Come in!”

She shouts from her bedroom, to the familiar voice outside her front door.

“What’s-his-face couldn’t come tonight.”

He states walking into her dorm.

“Jeff?”

“Sure.”

He shrugs.

“How do anda know?”

“I’m an jam late, and he’s not already here. So, I assume he’s not coming.”

She just rolls her eyes.

“Where are anda at?”

He shouts from the hallway.

“Bedroom.”

She states, loudly.

“Well, where are we working on this thing?”

“I figured you’d take the hint, that when I didn’t come out of my room, that we're working in here.”

“Why in there?”

“I have a meja tulis, meja in here, so we can lay out all of our papers and research books.”

He shrugs, and heads towards her bedroom, then cautiously enters.

“What? Are anda afraid of other people’s bedrooms?”

She asks, noticing him hesitantly entering.

“No, just afraid anda might attack me… again.”

She looks down, clearly embarrassed.

“You didn’t even bring the things I told anda to bring.”

She states, looking at his empty hands.

“I brought myself, figured that was enough.”

He shrugs his shoulders, and hops on the desk.

“Hey! Be careful, I just bought this thing.”

“It’s a meja tulis, meja for Christ’s sake.”

“It’s not just a desk, I bought this with my own savings, and I rarely buy anything.”

“Why? Too poor?”

She glares.

“No, but unlike some people they like to save their money. They don’t like to go spend all they’ve earned on strippers, and booze.”

“It’s lebih like booze, then strippers.”

He states.

And, she glares.

“If I get off the desk, can I have the spinny chair?”

He points to the chair she’s sitting in, in front of the desk.

“No, I’d rather anda set on the desk, then sit where I sit.”

“Please?”

He gives a pout face.

“No, just got sit on the bed.”

He waggles his eye brows.

She rolls her eyes.

“Fine, take the damn chair.”

She states, annoyance tampilkan in her harsh voice.

“Yes!”

She shakes her head, as she takes a kursi at the bottom end of her bed.