I walked ponderously downstairs, my hands scraping against the walls of the hallway as I reminisced about what happened yesterday evening between Mike and me.
I felt my cheeks going beetroot red whenever I remembered how he interlocked his fingers with mine. The feeling was incredible, unrivaled by any sort of emotion.
I totally felt myself relaxing, and I allowed his soft touch to soothe and calm my torrential nerves.
A giggle escaped my lips as my thoughts kept on driving back to Mike.
He made me so happy, and he had just been here for a day.
I wish he would never go. I just wish.
My flip-flops made smacking sounds as they hit the tiled floors, which irked me. The imperial living room was as busy as usual.
I held on to the railings of the staircase as I alighted from it.
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