My eyes remained glued on the bed frame ceiling, thoughts and images overriding my mind, so clangorous and sleep was so far from my eyes, they were as wide as daylight, maybe from surprise… or pure disappointment.
'I cannot give you a kiss on the lips just yet... For when I taste those lips it will be my undoing'
His words kept playing in my head like a melody. What exactly does he mean by that? One minute he was willing to show me what a kiss is but he denied. Doesn't he want to kiss me? Is that it? In all my life I never thought I would feel utter disappointment until now… because of a kiss.
