Zoya stares at the mirror. She grins, looks down to her breasts, fondles it a little, and frowns. She smiles back at the mirror and moved away silently. "He would come around" she say nonchalantly.
For some weird reasons, Zoya looked prettier when she frowned down at her t**s. Her facial muscles as prettier and Khalid will mate together in Zoya's room.
I'm not sure if I'll be pushing him or not. But then I find how he gently brushes his arms against mine-leaving me there hanging without a word coming from him. He is drunk and probably not aware of what he's doing.
I shrugged at his actions and glided my way to the bathroom, hearing how my heart was still pounding heavily. What's happening? I shouldn't suppose to feel this way towards him. Maybe I was surprised seeing him after all.
