“Hey, we gotta go,” a soft whisper woke me up. Sitting on the sofa, I saw Owen sitting beside me. Both of his arms were on his knees, and his eyes straight at me. His lips were smiling, but there was something in his eyes.
“Hey…” my voice is hoarse. I smiled widely at him. I don’t know. I don’t have regrets what we’ve done. I gave him my virginity. He deserves it. I want him to know that. “Are you… fine?” he asked, his voice worried at me.
I chuckled and tried to stand up, but pain jot down in the middle of my thighs. “Oh s**t,” he cursed under his breathe and move towards me. Chuckling again, I push him away. “It’s fine. I’m… uh, so this is how it felt, huh?”
“What do you mean?” his eyes narrowed. “S-Sore…” I looked away and sighed. So this is how it felt to be ‘sore’. Biting my lowe
