E M E L I A N A
I can still taste it.
Him.
The sensation he left on my lips.
It’s distracting, not allowing my mind to concentrate on anything.
He’s all I can think about… and frankly speaking, I don’t want to stop thinking about him. I always knew I felt something for him, but now everything has been magnified. I crave for his attention 24/7 and get satisfied with even the littlest amount of it.
His lips were so soft, and I miss how easily they danced with mine. I miss him…
“Emeliana.” I hear someone call and I snap out of it and turn to the direction of the voice to find Demetrio looking at me with a curious frown. I am still in the car with him and we appear to be parked outside a building, grey and red in colour with the giant sign on the front of the building. ‘Blaze’ on it,
