Storm
“What about that night?”
Lulu whispered. Her face showing no signs of clue. She was staring at me with those curious round eyes. She must be very drunk to not remember what happened on the rooftop that night. We didn’t talk about it yesterday.
I chuckled. She looked cute. “You were really crazy,” I told her.
“How bad?” She cringed.
“The worst. That’s why I told you alcohol is not good for you.” I noticed she had her hair down her chest. She usually had it flowing down her back. It was not a big deal. I just noticed small things about her.
“What did I do?” She asked worriedly.
“You kissed him long and hard,” Ryan spoke up all of a sudden, making us look at him.
“No, I did not!” Lulu objected, sounding so defensive
“Yes, you did? How can you re
