Abria
The silence after the storms shows the damage it has done. No matter how strong was the disaster, it will end one day, leaving heartache and woe behind.
My temperament is the same as the storm caused the damage on a place. I don’t like to be touched and embraced by a stranger, yet talk alone about getting kissed without my permission.
I have seen so many guys who tried to flirt with me, or played a few tricks to get to what was inside my pants. I am not a fool to let them have it which I was saving for the one who deserves. And here is this shameless guy, who kissed like I am his f*****g property.
My hands reached to his cheeks, slapping hard enough to make him pass out on the spot. I glared him deadly while he was rubbing his affected site. I made it sure that he got the sign o
