A few moments later I felt the careful kiss he gave. At the first moment, I did not respond. I let him move my lips that remain parted. He is given the opportunity to make it passionate.

But he's been there for a few minutes, he still doesn't set my night on fire. His kiss was just caressing as if he was still groping for what was going to happen.

I was about to withdraw my lips but he suddenly chased after them... chased with a passionate kiss.

This time, I resisted his passionate feelings. As he does, I part my lips to allow his tongue to find mine.

Later on, our kiss became violent. He guided my hands to wrap around his neck. Next, his two hands touched my entire cheek.

The kiss was deep, because he was so excited, it seemed like my lips were getting a rash, but he didn't stop it. It's as if he's enjoying the ten that others are tired of.

Lamented, thirsty and yearning. A few moments later, he kissed my neck. He doesn't linger there, simply passing his lips and tongue. Then it will go to different parts of my face. On the cheek, on the jaw and behind my ear.

I don't understand where I get the feeling that he is so eager for a kiss. He seems to be longing for me.

As far as I remember, he and Ariana were together just last week, he even told me how they met and how they kissed. Ariana said that he is hard to kiss but I don't think he is like this.

I frowned when he suddenly grabbed my lips again. He just lingered there, seemingly wanting to taste nothing but that.

I immediately opened my eyes and pushed him violently. We looked at each other breathlessly.

"Fuck," He touched his lips then looked away. Why is he still angry? Is it because I stopped it?

But that's not it. It's like he's sorry he kissed me..

"I h-have t-to g-go," I stammered as I bowed and stood up. Fortunately we were in the living room, my eyes easily found their way out of this house.

I thought he was going to stop me but I was wrong, he just let me touch the lock of the door and open it. I can't deny that I was disappointed when he didn't even stop me.

Damn. Why didn't he stop me?

It's not that I want him to stop me but why didn't he? Why? Why do I seem to regret it when I stopped it?

My mind was in turmoil as I walked down the road to our mansion. Fortunately, I have memorized the ins and outs of this exclusive village where we live. It is no longer difficult for me to get home.

I walk slowly. It was slow because what just happened was still fresh in my mind.

Of the many men I've kissed, why is he the only one I keep thinking about? His tongue. Who told him to mess with my mind? He doesn't have permission so don't make my brain crazy.

He's a good kisser, yes. I just didn't feel good. Of course, with the way he kissed, I strangely felt the respect there.

Upon reaching the outside of our house, I prepared myself to climb. I'm so used to running away that I pass through the small fence. I reached for a metal that I was holding on to, forcing myself to climb up without tripping. When I stood on the narrow fence I balanced my own standing to cling to the steel of our terrace.

Fortunately, my room will open for me when I enter.

When I finally got my feet firmly on our veranda, I immediately straightened myself up and brushed the dust from the hollow blocks on the fence.

When I opened our door to enter my room from the veranda, a person greeted me. It was lying in front of my bed as if it was its owner, apparently waiting for my return.

"Damn, what are you doing here?" I asked the animal Cloud who was smiling at me. "How did you get here?" I added when I saw the man I was with just now. It's strange that he got there before me, I didn't take long to climb for him to get here ahead of me.

He was smiling at me as if he didn't care about my reaction. He is still hugging the long pillow that I hug every night.

In my anger, I took off my slippers and violently threw them at him. He immediately got up and hid on the side of the bed.

"Get out of here, cool guy. I won't hesitate to beat you up," I warned, seeming to lose patience.

But instead of being afraid, he raised his head. While he was sitting on the floor, he put his two arms on the bed, used them to prop his head, then gave me a sweet smile.

"Don't act like a cute one. You're not a puppy!" I snorted but he didn't seem to hear. He remained in that position while looking at me.

I was annoyed to approach him. "What are you doing here?"

Later, he sat up but remained on the floor. I also sat on the other side of the bed. We are face to face now but he is on the floor.

"Your lips were asking me to come here so I can kiss you properly," he said directly then made a peace sign.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "So what? I don't want you here. I don't invite animals to come here, okay? If you didn't kiss me properly earlier, it ain't my fault anymore. You have all the chances but you wasted it."

I forced him to stand up from sitting and tried to pull his arm but I failed. I was annoyed so I sat down again.

He quickly got on my bed then came to me like a cat who wants to pamper its master. He lay down on my bed again but this time, close to me. Being so close, he could have touched me and not let go but he didn't.