I closed my eyes, reminiscing on the occurrence at the feast. My thoughts drifted slowly like a cool breeze and landed on Clint.
“Oh Clint,” I said, thinking of our sweet bitter relationship, with the perfect ecstasy it brings. He was handsome, from his powerful stout muscles to the expressions on his face, to the curve on his bottom lips, to the way he moved.
Oh those eyes, I get lost when I look into them. Oh the way he looks at me sends my entire body into a total frenzy and the fact that he chuckles knowing the way he affects me gives me the chills.
I gasped thinking of the waves the watery soft feeling of his lips on mine, the way his tongue moved in my mouth like a sweet-savoury symphony. All these waves of thoughts enveloped me, causing me to feel sleepy.
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