Dylan’s POV:
“Please, Dylan! You’re drunk. Let me go,” she pushed off my chest and tried to release her arms from my cage.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Kimmy. I love you. Don’t marry that jerk,” I tightened up my hug.
Her shuddered body felt so good in my arms. I could feel her movement arose me even more.
“Dylan, please,” she whimpered.
Her soft voice.
I raised her beautiful face and her blue eyes were wet.
“Why are you crying, Kimmy? Did I hurt you?” I released her arms in shock.
I brushed her arms, but she dodged me.
“I’m just disappointed of what you have become now, Dylan,” she whispered and crossed her arms.
“I’m sorry, Kimmy. I didn’t mean any harms, I just couldn’t hold my feeling anymore and why are you here?” I asked her.
She stepped back and her back met the w
