Blake Coster
I was surrounded by a lot of girls, they’re flirting with me and started touching my body. I tired to have fun but I couldn’t. My mind was somewhere else.
I always love when girls worship me but now I don’t felt the excitement that I used to have. Weird? Definitely.
“What are you thinking handsome?” a light brown girl was giving me a sexy stare, she has the same hair color as Jean. That took my attention but still she’s not Jean.
Just thinking about Jean made my system light up, there’s something wrong with me. Suddenly the girl beside me kissed my lips, I kissed her back and pulled her closer. The excitement wasn’t there, I felt so bland.
She ran her hands through my hair just like Jean did earlier but I don’t feel my hormone go up. I pushed her away and she looked at me
