- Daisy's POV -
Twice these lips were touched by him. Again without permission. Stupid me ... I returned the kiss. As if to allow it, even though I don't want my lips to be touched by him at all.
The longer the more intense. Especially in the dark at night. Slowly I called his name. I groaned, I knew something like that would get a guy excited, but that's not what I meant. I mean, stop kissing me, Zen!
Zen removed his lips from mine slowly. He buried his forehead in mine for a moment. Our breaths are catching up. I'm not hypocritical that I do feel just as passionate as he does. Kissed by a handsome guy, admit it or not that he is my future husband, still, the passion is there.
He started the car without saying anything to me. It's really quiet. Finally, I was sleepy enough during the silence that occurred, I decided to just sleep.
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