"Hey," I turned back when I heard someone calling.
I was busy pulling out the weeds in the garden. It's already eight and I am still on this even though two hours had passed.
"Yes?" I replied.
I was stunned when I saw who is here.
"Sum-mer!"
There is only one person who I know who will call my name with much difficulty.
And that's my little three-year-old brother.
I swoop him off the ground into a tight embrace and kissed his cheeks.
"Dylan! Why are you here?" I asked.
"That brother over there brought me here. He said that you are still in school," he pointed to Ryan.
Ryan waved at me a little and I smiled back. He is really a thoughtful and sweet one guy.
"Well, I see. But the next time someone says that they are bringing you somewhere to meet me or Kaithlynn, you cannot follow them alright? You can only follow me, Kaithlynn, your teachers and Michael, alright?" I said. Michael is sister's husband.
"Then what about that big brother over there?" he pouted, pushing himself and jumping down to the ground, hugging Ryan's leg.
"Well, I guess you can. Ryan's not a big bully. He is a nice guy," I said, blushing a little at what I just said.
"Sum-mer, your cheeks are red. Do you like big brother too? Because Kaithlynn says that when you see someone's face is red, it means she likes someone."
What the hell is Kaithlynn teaching Dylan!
"Look Dylan, dont listen to what Kaithlynn says-"
But I was cut off by something.
Something soft and sweet was on my lips, massaging it. It felt good to the point that I was almost addicted to the feeling. Then, something wet wetted my lips, poking at it gently asking for entrance. I gladly opened it and it slid it immediately and massaged my tongue.
Is there even such a massage?
Curiously, I opened my eyes a little to apprehend the things in front of me.
What I saw was a pair of closed eyes so close to me as if someone is going to or is kissing me.
Kiss.
Kiss..
Kiss...
What the hell am I thinking about?
To my mum in heaven,
I am sorry but I had actually kissed the same guy twice in a day and I actually thought that he felt sweet and tasty.
Am I a psycho?
I was busy pulling out the weeds in the garden. It's already eight and I am still on this even though two hours had passed.
"Yes?" I replied.
I was stunned when I saw who is here.
"Sum-mer!"
There is only one person who I know who will call my name with much difficulty.
And that's my little three-year-old brother.
I swoop him off the ground into a tight embrace and kissed his cheeks.
"Dylan! Why are you here?" I asked.
"That brother over there brought me here. He said that you are still in school," he pointed to Ryan.
Ryan waved at me a little and I smiled back. He is really a thoughtful and sweet one guy.
"Well, I see. But the next time someone says that they are bringing you somewhere to meet me or Kaithlynn, you cannot follow them alright? You can only follow me, Kaithlynn, your teachers and Michael, alright?" I said. Michael is sister's husband.
"Then what about that big brother over there?" he pouted, pushing himself and jumping down to the ground, hugging Ryan's leg.
"Well, I guess you can. Ryan's not a big bully. He is a nice guy," I said, blushing a little at what I just said.
"Sum-mer, your cheeks are red. Do you like big brother too? Because Kaithlynn says that when you see someone's face is red, it means she likes someone."
What the hell is Kaithlynn teaching Dylan!
"Look Dylan, dont listen to what Kaithlynn says-"
But I was cut off by something.
Something soft and sweet was on my lips, massaging it. It felt good to the point that I was almost addicted to the feeling. Then, something wet wetted my lips, poking at it gently asking for entrance. I gladly opened it and it slid it immediately and massaged my tongue.
Is there even such a massage?
Curiously, I opened my eyes a little to apprehend the things in front of me.
What I saw was a pair of closed eyes so close to me as if someone is going to or is kissing me.
Kiss.
Kiss..
Kiss...
What the hell am I thinking about?
To my mum in heaven,
I am sorry but I had actually kissed the same guy twice in a day and I actually thought that he felt sweet and tasty.
Am I a psycho?
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