Once I touched your body I knew it was gonna be the best time ever.
The other two nights before were nothing compared to our night, we we're magic. The synchronization, the look in your eyes when you did it, the movements... Everything I tried before was reduced to ashes.
I know my entire body was shaking of cold, but I like to think that it was because of pleasure. For sure I tasted pleasure with you, and I can tell that by the violet bruise in my arm.
The following days I couldn't stop thinking about that night, and I tried not to look at you too much. The last thing I want to do, is, causing you any trouble, or make you uncomfortable.
But I really like you.
