Later that night, Sleep seemed to forget to visit her just as swiftly as how Liberty left her alone. She’s still shaking, trembling, and confused. Naomi can still feel the linger of his kiss on her lips. How intense it was and how he almost drove her crazy with how unsinful it felt with him. How right, how fitting. There was something gentle in his touch that had the girl almost coming undone.
“Gah!” Naomi tossed and turned over her bed, the spring underneath creaking like it’s trying its best to silence her. Her room is dimly lit, the only source of illumination is the orange light coming from her bedside lamp. But somehow, the orange light seemed to be making the room a temperature higher because she feels hot. Her white comforter became too much for her despite the cold weather. Her
