"Mom," We both heard Marion's voice and froze on the spot immediately.
"Fuck shit," Jonathan cussed, his finger slipping out as he kissed my lips.
"This is not the end," He whispered, and before I knew it, I could not feel his presence around me.
"Mom, I can't see," Marion's voice brought me back to reality as I hurriedly closed my thigh and sprang up from the couch.
The light went on, and Marion ran to my arms glanced around for the whereabouts of him, and found him resting on the wall, winking at me.
I looked away, immediately. "Yes, Marion, what's wrong?" I lifted him off his feet and he wrapped his small hands around my neck. I stroked his back gently.
"I'm thirsty, the light was switched off before,"
"I think the bulb is faulty, but, anyways, I'm done fixing it," Jonathan chimed in, and my eyebrows raised in disarray.
