Blinded
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heyy people! ^^ i'm back!
well, i remembered my promise very well so, i shall write you guys another story. Many of you requested for a fluff, so i'll try but let me just tell you this - I'M TERRIBLY BAD AT IT. but a promise is a promise, so here goes...
this is 60% based on a personal experience and the story might be something new for some of you. so, i hope you'll enjoy it :3
Foreword
His hands were roaming all over me and I could sense his eagerness through his touch. His kiss had a strong hint of intense lust and I couldn't help but to moan at his actions.
"Taec~ Stop~"
I tried to calm him down as the mental image of us, making out in the middle of a dance floor and the crowd is quite embarrassing for me. "Let's take this somewhere else, shall we?" I suggested while trying hard to keep my senses straight as he kept on nibbling on my neck.
All of a sudden, he pulled off, grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the crowd. "Taec?" He pushed me down onto one of the bar stools and just resumed his previous actions.
"I want you."
I had no choice but to push him away from me, "Taec," his eyes were staring at me as if he was a predator ready to pounce on me, "I want you too but not here. Please, baby?" I cupped his cheeks hoping that I could calm him down.
I noticed he was distracted by something but as I tried to turn to the source, he kissed me again and at that moment, I had this familiar bad feeling rumbling inside me again. "Okay," he said when he pulled off the kiss, "I take that as a promise, baby. I'm going to the washroom for awhile so, you stay put, okay Jess?"
"Um!" I nodded.
I continued to stare at his back as I watch him walking away from me. "I hate these hunches," I mumbled to myself. I turned my stool to face the bartender and signaled for a drink.
My hunch kept on chewing on my heart and my thoughts was left to wander when I heard someone was saying,
"Be careful with that guy. Your mind might be playing games but your heart is always right."
I quickly turned my head to my right and saw a girl about my age, wearing a simple t-shirt and skinny jeans, looking down at her glass and twirling it.
She heard me?
"Excuse me? Are you talking to me?"
"I might be," she answered, still playing with the glass.
Might be?
I looked around and I was pretty sure there's no one else that was bound to this conversation that we might be having except for me and this girl.
She took a sip of her drink.
And she smiled. You smiled?
"Excuse me, miss. But ONE : if you're talking to me, you might wanna actually turn and face me because it is practically rude not to. And TWO : who are you to judge my boyfriend? Or even worse, accusing him for something?"
She kept on looking at the stupid glass while I was already in my Mode, anticipating for her answer.
"Two, I'm not judging or accusing him of something. Are you?"
she calmly replied, STILL looking at her glass,
"And One,...."
the girl finally turned her stool to face me.
Wow, she's pretty. Wait, is she......?
-to be continued-
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