W"The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared."
~Lois Lowry
We step into the house and we are barely through the door when Julian captures my lips and softly kisses them, his tongue snaking into my mouth while his hand holds me tight around his waist. He takes my lower lips and delivered a wonderful worshipping with his own mouth and lips and I moan out and grab hold of his shirt, pulling him deeper and closer to me.
"We are really doing this?" I asks, breathing heavily and staring into his eyes once I pull away.
He is also trying hard to catch his breath, "It's all what you want Alex, we are doing this only if you want us to."
I kiss his lips deeply before pulling away and I make my way into the kitchen to get water to
