FIA
I never expected it to have that effect on me. I can't believe I let his lips touch mine. It's frustrating how much it affected me last night.
And I definitely didn't like how weak it made my knees feel.
Even though I wanted to resist, I couldn't do anything. It feels like I'm drowning in the aftermath.
I feel like I'm floating for some unknown reason.
The memory of his soft lips on mine is still imprinted. It's like our lips are still connected.
It's as if I can still feel the movement, clinging to the way it made me feel, making me wet.
It wasn't just because of the dream but also because I once experienced the taste of a kiss from the man I despised.
I even felt his tongue in my mouth, and I still can't believe it to this day.
It's soft and warm, exploring the inside of my
