AND THAT LOVE should be treasured, but why is it so easy to trample another person too for the sake of that so called love?
She hitched her breath, trying to recollect the small few grains of sanity enacted in her. But his breath, his scent, the warmth of his chest against her palm, was making her lose her mind. It was his eyes, the reflection of the lamp against those wonderful eyes, and what it spoke that made her blink twice and close her eyes.
Those eyes, don’t speak of punishment at all, but rather of pain, an unspeakable one. It must be true that he really meant what he told that their kiss was memorable for them. It was a good memory he cherished, and for him to hear her say that it was nothing for her, and that other guys must be better, is of course a dagger to
