-ONE HUNDRED AND THREE-
BOAZ’S POV
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Esther, the 18year old I am seeing currently asked me as I drove her to my place.
“Well, I was thinking of kissing you,” I am so very much obsessed with her. She is so beautiful.
She looked at me with her smoky eyes and I gave her a yellow smile. I cupped her face with my hands.
As soon as we walked inside her house and locked the door behind us, her lips touched mine, I moaned softly. She kept running her hands through my bare chest as our lips connected, whimpering against my lips. She had already removed my t-shirt by passing it over my head so that she could touch my abs.
I held her tighter against me, kissing her a little harder.
Oh yes! Her lips were perfect. Soft and very kissable. The feel of her lips
