“I know it went too fast.”
“You don’t know anything.”
“I know I love you,” I uttered trying not to be distraught by her eyes flashing amusement.
“Don’t make me laugh,” she replied with a dead tone.
I swear she blew me away with those stares lasting eternity. I wanted to grab her waist and cage her in my arms. But I was feeling so limp that the weight of my own argument was in buoyancy. Just when I realized I am starting to make sense, she made me had a second thought. What was that about last night; when all I could hear was her intricate yet subdued moan? Her songs were praising my victory of conquering her wonderland.
Suddenly, she smiled. In an instance, she pressed her lips against mine. She bit my lower lip like a delicate maiden indulging herself with a cherry. I was in haze as my brain became disobedient. I was insanely breaking. Finally she whispered, “you were a little too late, so little, you didn’t even notice.”