ROSELYN JENSEN-LUCA
His cold eyes suddenly changes. It became…subtle and a bit warm. I tried to release my wrist in his hand. He let it go as if he is waiting for me to slap him and help him to wake up or stop himself.
"You said you hated people who never keep their promises, isn t it?"-I said. I put my palm on his cheek and use my thumb to caress his face.
"You should ve slap me."-he said. Before I even answered, his lips already claimed mine. 'I should ve slap him. This is the hospital. What if someone will hear us? Yes, this a private room but how about the door? It s not lock! Uhnn…
But his warm and torrid kiss brushes off what I worried for as if it is a wave that washes them away. All I care is his lips caressing mine. His tongue who is busy searching inside my mouth. He interlock our fingers as my free hand went to his nape brushing the hair close to his nape.