Major
I have never been the type to lose my self-control easily. That is what I have always believed in. I can stop myself from bursting into anger, stop myself from crying, stop myself from drinking too much. I pretty much can do everything.
But everything goes down the drain when it’s Jean we’re talking about.
Her lips on mine just kept me melting inside and now, I am a slave to her kisses. I am a weakling for her touch. She’s just too much to bear for me.
She bit my lower lip and pulled away, panting. “I miss you,” she uttered and this time, it’s clearer to me. She had uttered it without any ounce of alcohol in her voice. It’s like she told me those words with the intention of really making me know about her feelings.
I could feel my heart swelling inside my chest, overflowing
