"That was a mistake." Muttered Noah as he pulled away. But he didn't deny he liked it.
"The more mistakes you make, the more you learn." She claimed matter-of-factly. He was trapped in her steely blue gaze.
"Than I guess I haven't learned my lesson yet." He said, pressing his lips to hers once again. The second kiss was longer than the first, and it was rushed, desperate, filled with drunken passion.
Empty, false, passion.
His regrets began, his anxiety flourished, his guilt began to replace the blood in his veins. Nothing in his world had gone as planned that Saturday, and already he was drowning.
Drowning in her vanilla scent, in the taste of whiskey upon her tongue, in her blue, blue eyes.
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العاطفية(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...
