I didn't trust him— no, I didn't want to trust him; because I would just break and fail myself again if that promise turned out to be empty words one day and everything I had held onto came such as disappointment.
I knew for sure... It would just leave a burning mark and would create a greatest damage.
He kissed my neck and whispered erotically in my ears, "I miss this fragrance. I miss this body. I miss your moans. I miss everything about you. Nobody can imagine how badly I want to grope you, but I can't because I fear that you would despise me."
'Why is he so talkative now? Has he no longer the ability to keep his mouth shut like he always does?' I rolled my eyes.
I was not certain if I had a drink of alcohol or if his fragrance just made me feel so intoxicated. I hadn't noticed that
