Amidst of all the chaos happening in our lives, here we are, sharing passionate kisses in his bed, feeling the warmth of each other's touch, holding on to this love we only have.
Evan stopped kissing me. I gasped as my lips felt abandoned for a moment. He eyed me accusingly. I swallowed hard and looked away. I cleared my throat as I don’t like the way he stares at me right now.
"W-What's with that stare?" I stammered as I asked him. My heart pounded aggressively. I don’t know what runs in his head but I’m sure it’s serious based on how he looked at me.
“Did Grandma Helga allow you to escape again?” he asked me accusingly.
Oh, I’m dead.
I pouted my lips. So what’s wrong if my grandmother allowed me to see him again? I missed him already! He cannot blame me if I took advantage of m
