Trish was smiling as she stared into Leo’s eyes. They were sitting in the garden where the rest of the students were eating lunch. The scent he was giving off was too much for her that she felt drunk. The kiss he gave made her want more. It was intoxicating and addictive. The warmth and fireworks that go with his touch was evidence enough that she liked him. Scratch that, love might be an overkill but that was what she would call it.
Leo took some food for the two of them. They were cozying up at the table under a Mango Tree. The sweetness was all over the atmosphere, and love was the picture of Leo and Trish as they ate.
Leo kept staring at Trish and held her hands as much as he can. He was a sticky rice to her unable to get off without putting pressure on peeling off. Aomething Trish
