Bon fire, beers people singing, doing dares. Making out. This is the kind of party; I always saw on tv shows and series. I never got to be a part of it.
A part of me is glad, I wasn’t part of this group. But a part of me is also glad, that I get to enjoy after so long. Hiram has also freshened up, his hair a little wet, properly combed, but also tousled a little bit. His t- shirt hugging his chest properly and his denim snug against his things.
Everything about Hiram is arousing me, tingling my senses. I see as Hiram approaches me, beer in one hand and the other in his pocket. His smile is more like a smirk. He comes to me and kisses me. I snuzzle my face in his neck,
“You smell delicious, Hiram.”
He chuckles and I can feel his body vibrations radiating into my body. It feels so good t
