Chapter 72

Come twilight, we stumbled out of her house, clothes wrinkled from rolling too much on the bed, and me wearing the cardigan on top of it. My mind was razor sharp because she'd given me another tour of the house and explained diligently about the intriguing pieces there. Our lips were also redder than usual from minutes of kissing. I was the one who insisted to leave. The point of no return became dangerously close when she moaned while I was pecking her neck. It wasn't like me to lose control,...