I pulled away and looked into his eyes. They were soft. They were calm. They were peaceful. He was looking straight at me for who I am. He was not drunk on lust like how I was, I was both drunk on liquor and lust. He was not in a hurry to go further. He had no intention other than to share this moment. He knew how to give pleasure and he was confident in his ability to make me melt. I felt like I was already a puddle at his feet. I looked up into his eyes again and invited him for another kiss. He leaned in and resumed making my mind and body ached even more for him.
"Please don't tell your mom about this okay?". He whispered and I just nodded unable to form any words.
"Promise me that you won't tell her".
"I promise that I won't tell her". I uttered with my mind already racing in what
