Too Good
He held my right hand tightly, showing to anybody who gazing at me how possessive he is.
My stomach couldn't help but to feel funny. The feeling he is giving is too much—too good to let go. I'm feeling excited as always.
"I love you," he whispered near my ear after we got into his condo. Then he attacks my lips, causing me to moan uncontrollably.
I shut my eyes off and responded. We kissed fervently, and we stopped when we were losing our breaths.
He smiled, "Where's my 'I love you too'?"
I laughed with that, "I love—" I kissed him deeply without finishing my words. Then I trust my hand slowly in his pant's pocket.
I love his money too well.
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Young Pilipinas Flash Fictions
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