I had felt conflicted the entire night after sharing that kiss with Dameon. It also seemed to me that I have bad timing and, or, couldn't find the words to explain myself to Doyle whenever the mood was set.
I honestly felt a little worried and conflicted in dealing with intimate matters with Doyle while I'm feeling troubled like this but... When his eyes are on me and his lips pressed against mine... I forget my worries... All I could think about is the warmth of his skin, the smell of peppermint from his scent and the taste of his tongue against mine.
Which brings us back to the present, where I had my arms wrapped around his neck while his knee brushes against my groin. I clenched tightly onto his shirt before he slowly breaks the kiss with a passionate look in his eyes.
