WHEN THEY SNEAKED OUT, the cold rush of the wind again touched their face, and she tiptoed her toes again, to press her lips on him. This time, their kiss was longer, more intimate and more carefree.
“I want to be with you,” she murmured, feeling the surge of exploration creep inside her. She didn’t care anymore, as long as she was feeding her needs, and the surge of inclination towards this manly stranger who enclosed her in his arms.
Their lips parted and he was eyeing her with deepness and a wanton need as well. “This is wrong…” he whispered.
“No, no…” she craned her neck. “I really want this…” her eyes is yelping with a sore need from deep inside her. A need to be part of someone, to be filled and to be whole. She wanted to experience what her college dormates
