The next day, I tried my best to shook off the thoughts build in my mind last night, the desire to pulled her close and receiving utmost protection from her embrace, Pushing all these thoughts behind my minds, I took a deep breath, trying to forget yesterday’s event where I hugged her, not wanting to let her go and reminded myself I have a damn girlfriend who will tear my bones if she came to know another woman touched me and I hugged her.
Shaking my head, I walked around with my usual assertive aura, not visibly embarrassed along with some strangely beautiful sensations, I walked down and saw everyone there. Irene was making breakfast, she hadn’t got ready.
Hairs tied in a messy bun, cooking while humming to herself and a faint smile which suited her aesthetic form more. What am I thi
