Miss Manoban's lips tastes like a mixture of strawberries and cherries. Sweet—too much that he can't help but get caught in some sort of sugar rush. And that rush gave him the courage to even further deepen the kiss they were currently sharing.
She welcomed every movement with equal intensity. So much that he had no idea how they managed to go back inside her office. Only the soft 'thud' of Miss Manoban's back on the couch made him realize where they were.
His hands trailed from her waist down to her hips. It was perfect. She was perfect.
He had to lean back to get some much needed air. But that did not mean he would stop. It only gave him another chance to check whether she wants this too or not.
His fingers gently brushed away some stray hair strands along her face—which was perfectl
