Down the deserted street, two ice creams lay abandoned under an umbrella, rapidly melting and looking forlorn.
Sibyl, intoxicated and overwhelmed by everything around her, kissed Keshton back. His arms were wrapped tightly around her slender waist, their bodies pressed together, as their tongues entwined in a passionate dance. With each passing second, the heat between them grew, Keshton's kisses becoming wilder and more dominant, leaving Sibyl breathless.
Suddenly, something stirred within Sibyl. "Wait... wait... wait..." she gasped, breaking the kiss. Reluctantly, Keshton pulled his lips away but kept his grip on her waist.
"What's the matter?" he asked, noticing her hand covering her mouth as she answered in a muffled voice.
"I feel si—"
"What?"
"I feel sick..." Sibyl couldn't hol
