THE DIARROHEA
"Jane..." Adam finally breaks the ice, making my eyes grow larger in curiousity. "It's my leg." He ends, licking his lips that might taste of the wine he is sipping. I interpret his words and lean down to the table to realize that from last few seconds, I've been tapping my feet onto his leg, and not mine. Maybe I was so lost in these pair of cute, brown eyes in front of me that I failed my senses. "I am sorry." I stetter. "I'll be back." I excuse, put down my glass of water and get up for going to the washroom. I pee, correct my blue gown from the bottom and retouch my makeup before moving fingers through my straight hair. "Bullshit!" I whisper, thinking of him a few minutes back, as I glance myself in the mirror. We are in another party, a celebration party by Trench because he in
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