It was our first time. I dragged him to the bed and pushed him there. My instincts knew it was a bedroom. I didn't even know. I had never done this before, and why did I do it? Don't ask me...
My head was stuck in the glitter of the room. There was nothing special about it. There was nothing great about the hotel rooms except a clean bedsheet adorned the bed, so specially made that the staff couldn't have done a better job.....for us. Period.
My boy laid on the bed, his eyes looking at me, lovingly and it was almost like fighting a conflict of his own.
"I am awake, not drunk, not dazed and this is not thanks for this ceremony also."
I smirked at the end, making him smile.
My head lurched forward and kissed him passionately. There was no way he could resist me, but he did. He was
