Neilson’s POV:
I sat on the chair and mindlessly stared at the ceiling.
I broke into a grin when I remember how she called me her boyfriend and the word date.
Fuck, I didn’t know I can be this happy, but I’m f*****g happy.
For the past three months, she would always avoid my eyes and dodged me like I’m an infectious disease. That breathing the same air as me would kill her.
I couldn’t forget.
I don’t want to forget.
The sound that came out of her lips, how she eagerly scratches both my neck and back. The tears dripped down her pink cheeks as her body continued swaying into one orgasm after another.
I even remember when she momentarily passed out during our time together, but that I didn’t stop me.
That was the first time; I realized what making love meant.
All this time, with al
