Chapter 41
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“Pick the damn mobile and take a picture,” I was screaming at myself.
But I couldn’t just reciprocate.
He was a sight for sore eyes, his lips swollen with too much kissing and biting by of course me, a little darker shade of pink embossed on them courtesy my 9 to 6 long lasting lipstick, his hair a mess of soft smooth snowflake spiked from all the directions with my fingers being curling in them all the time the kiss lasted, I can still feel my hands twitching with the feel of them, a treat to the sense of touch not to forget the obvious benefiters; my lips
My lips; they are like they have been treated like a princess, walked through the red carpet, showered with the exclusive treatments travelled to cloud nine and swung on the moon, they are cold
