After the everything that happened that night, I tried with every being of my fibre to forget it even though I didn't want to.
I wanted to remember the taste of his lips on mine, the tenderness of his touch and kisses, the eagerness, the passion but I shouldn't be doing it.
I've the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. And yet here I'm trying to collect the remnants of my best friend's touch that ignited something so deep within me, I never thought I was capable of feeling.
Next day at the office was a blur of files and work, work, work. I buried myself into my work like never before, breathing in every detail and giving it all I can until my body screamed at me to stop.
By the time it was time to go home, I was already drained out of everything to actually drive back home.
I moan in
