T W E N T Y O N E

I want to yell at him.

I want to tell him how he insensitive he was, how irresponsible he was. That my life was put in danger because of him.

But I was feeling a bit nauseous already and I want our first night together to be memorable.

So, "I'll kiss you. Right now.", I nervously told him and without hesitating, I gave him a peck on his left cheek. I looked then into his big brown eyes, "God, I miss you!", I added. I was about to drink again when he gently cupped my face in his hand. As much as I want to talk or react, I can't.

Mostly because his lips touched mine.