Chapter One hundred fifty-two: You're still the one

~~~Looks like we made it. Look how far we've come, my baby. We mighta took the long way. We knew we'd get there someday. You're still the one I run to, the one that I belong to. You're still the one I want for life

(You're still the one). You're still the one that I love, the only one I dream of. You're still the one I kiss goodnight~~~

-You're Still the One (Shania Twain)-

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I blinked repeatedly, not knowing what to say to him because even I, myself don't know when I stop or when should I stop as pleasure and desire had already consumed my entire body and sanity.

"Sam..."

I heard him call me, maybe he was waiting for an answer.

"Luke--- holy shit!" but I jerked when suddenly my phone vibrated in my dress pocket.

"Who is that?" He groaned, resting his face on the crook of my neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

But I chuckled when I saw who the caller was.