How many chances can one have in life to show one's heart to a person?
Even if I have to face the worst possible outcome, I don't want to run away from my feelings anymore.
"Actually, that's the answer I've always wanted."
Klopp said, lowering his head and kissing my lips, deepening his kiss on me.
Another sense also seemed to be awakened in my body, perhaps because the alcohol had not completely worn off and my body became a little heated.
Klopp seemed to be venting his pent-up emotions to me.
When my clothes were undone, Klopp hesitated.
"Klopp, I do."
I wrapped my arms around his neck and took the initiative to kiss him on the lips.
Klopp kissed feverishly from my lips down to my waist, and his arms tightened around me.
But the process seems to be more painful than I thought.
