"Make me handsome," she raised her lips to his, Miran grips her waist, covering his lips with hers.
Wrapping her hands around him, she felt his breath rag on her, her tongue slipped into his mouth as they breathed each other.
Her hand, moved slowly on his chest down, "Whoa" he stopped her.
"Mmm," she laughed moving away.
"Where are you going?" He pulled her hands.
"To officially join the party" she giggled.
"Don't be long, you know it's late"
"Ain't you coming?"
"I can watch from here," he says, pecking her.
"You're boring sometimes"
"Am I? Would join you soon" he lets go of her hand.
"Okay," she says, walking away. She spotted her watching the display of fireballs and wheels.
"Are you new here?" A lady whispered.
"Oh, yeah" she turned back, spotting Miran smok
