Disclaimer: After reading this chapter, just don't ask me which drug do I consume.
Read at your own risk.
Just remember, after writing this chapter, I'm sure I'm gonna go to hell.
The rooftop was silent as their breathing finally began to slow, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the heat between them.
They stayed there for a long moment, eyes closed, simply existing in the shared space of their heartbeat and the quiet city hum.
Keifer began to move again, his touch feather-light and reverent.
He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, then let his lips travel downward to linger on her eyelids.
He moved slowly to her cheeks, his breath warm against her skin, before tracing a path down to her jawline.
When he placed a very soft, lingering kiss on the corner of her mouth, Jay's hands instinctively tightened, clutching the fabric of his shirt at his waist.
"Umm..." she murmured, a shaky, breathless exhale escaping her as she surrendered to the sensation.
He didn't stop there.
He began to slowly trace the line of her neck with his lips, his kisses trailing down toward her collarbone.
Sensing his intent, Jay automatically tilted her head back, offering him more space as her hands wandered upward, her fingers brushing against the skin of his almost bare chest where the buttons had given way.
His mouth stopped right on her collarbone, the heat of his breath making her skin prickle and her breath hitch in her throat.
She could feel his teeth almost grazing the delicate bone when the silence of the night was shattered.
Ding dong.
Ding dong.
Ding dong.
The insistent sound of the doorbell echoed up from downstairs.
They both let out a long, frustrated sigh at the exact same time, the magical bubble of the rooftop suddenly popping.
Keifer didn't move immediately.
He closed his eyes tight and buried his face in the crook of her neck, his forehead resting against her skin as if he were trying to physically block out the rest of the world.
He was clearly not ready to get up or let her go.
Tringgggggggg!
Tringgggggggg!
The sharp, loud vibration of his phone joining in on the nightstand was the final straw.
"Fuck," he muttered, the word vibrating against her neck.
Jay couldn't help it—a small, breathless laugh escaped her lips as she felt his utter annoyance.
Keifer pulled back just enough to look at her, his brow arching in a mix of mock annoyance and genuine curiosity.
"Why are you laughing?" he asked, his voice still low and a bit husky.
Jay bit her lower lip hard, trying to suppress the giggles that were bubbling up, but her eyes were dancing with amusement.
She simply shook her head, a silent 'nothing' that she knew he wouldn't believe for a second.
His gaze flickered down, lingering on her lips—flushed and slightly swollen from his touch—before meeting her eyes again.
He let out a sharp breath and squeezed his eyes shut, clearly trying to calm the storm of emotions still swirling inside him.
The interruption was frustrating, but seeing her look so happy and lighthearted made it almost bearable.
He leaned forward one last time to press a firm, lingering kiss against her forehead.
"Just wait for a second," he whispered, his thumb grazing her cheek. "I'll be back."
Heat crawled up Jay's neck as she nodded, her heart still fluttering.
**
The air around Jay still felt heavy with the scent of his cologne and the lingering electricity of his touch.
She lay back against the pillows, her breath still coming in shallow, uneven hitches.
Slowly, her fingers traced the path his lips had taken, wandering up to her collarbone where the skin still felt warm and sensitized.
She moved her fingertips to her own swollen lips, pressing lightly as if she could physically catch the memory of his kiss and hold it there forever.
A shy, uncontrollable smile spread across her face, and she immediately pressed her palms against her cheeks, trying to cool the heat radiating from them.
"Ughhhhh!" she groaned into her hands.
"Why does he make me feel this vulnerable?"
Her stomach was a chaotic mess of butterflies, fluttering so wildly she felt dizzy.
She sat up abruptly, trying to pull herself together.
Okay, Jay. Cold face. Serious face, she commanded herself.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to smooth her expression, but her lips betrayed her, twitching upward into another bashful grin the second she relaxed.
"Control, Jay... control!" she muttered, her eyes widening as her imagination began to run wild.
What is he going to do when he comes back?
The thought of him returning to the bed, his shirt still unbuttoned, made her heart hammer against her ribs.
Just shut up, Jay! Don't think... dirty, one part of her brain scolded.
But another, bolder part of her mind shot back instantly:
If you're not going to think like that with him, then with whom else?
The thought made her throat go bone-dry.
Her eyes darted around until they landed on the glass of pomegranate juice Keifer had left on the nightstand.
Desperate to drown out her own thoughts, she grabbed the glass and drank the entire thing in one long, frantic gulp.
She pulled the glass away, frowning.
"Why does it taste... ugh... so bitter?" she whispered to herself.
She swiped her tongue over her lips, confused.
Was the taste of his mouth really that sweet that even my favorite juice tastes bitter now?
The mere thought of comparing the juice to the taste of his kiss made her turn a deep, vivid shade of red.
She felt like she was losing her grip on reality, her mind and body completely overtaken by the storm Keifer had started.
**
Keifer flew down the stairs like his life depended on it.
He was so desperate to get back to the roof that he didn't even think to glance at a mirror.
He yanked the front door open, but instead of just grabbing the bag and leaving, he froze.
Standing there was the delivery person—a man wearing a vibrant, floral-print shirt and sporting perfectly manicured, neon-pink nails.
The man was holding the ice cream, but he wasn't looking at the order.
He was staring at Keifer with his mouth slightly open.
Keifer reached for the box, but the man didn't hand it over.
Instead, his eyes went on a slow, appreciative journey.
They started at Keifer's wild, messy hair, lingered on his bitten, swollen lips, and finally dropped down to his chest.
Keifer followed the man's gaze and felt his face turn purple.
He looked like a mess—the "caught-in-the-act" kind of mess.
His shirt was hanging open, two buttons were missing completely, and his skin was still flushed.
"Ahem!" Keifer cleared his throat, feeling the sudden urge to hide behind the door.
The delivery guy finally blinked, his gaze snapping back up to Keifer's eyes with a cheeky, knowing spark.
A slow, flirtatious smirk spread across his face as he finally extended the box.
As Keifer grabbed it, the man didn't just let go; he let his fingers glide slowly over Keifer's knuckles, his touch lingering just a second too long.
The man actually blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and biting his lip while looking Keifer up and down one last time.
(Ugh what the hell am I writinggggggggggggg?)
"Everything is... paid for," Keifer stammered, his usual confidence completely gone.
He tried to pull the edges of his ruined shirt together, feeling like he was being scanned by an X-ray.
"Oh god! He's so handsome! ," that guy mutter under his breath biting his lips.
(Yes u r thinking right, he's a....)
He gave Keifer a playful wink before turning on his heel.
Keifer slammed the door and leaned against it, his heart thumping for a totally different reason now.
He could still hear the man's faint, high-pitched giggle from the porch.
"I am never answering the door without a jacket again," Keifer whispered to the empty hallway.
He dashed into the kitchen, his movements frantic as he grabbed two small bowls and silver spoons.
He was moving with the kind of urgency that suggested he was afraid the moonlight might disappear if he stayed away too long.
As he marched back toward the stairs, he caught a sudden glimpse of his reflection in the glass doors of the patio.
He skidded to a halt.
In the dim light, he saw a version of himself he barely recognized:
his hair was a chaotic nest, his lips were deep red and slightly puffed, and his shirt hung open like he'd been in a beautiful, messy storm.
A fresh wave of heat crawled up his neck and flooded his face.
He reached up, rubbing the back of his neck and letting out a shaky breath as the memory of her hands in his hair and the intensity of their kiss flashed through his mind.
He forced himself to keep moving, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs.
By the time he reached the rooftop, he was breathing heavily, his lungs burning slightly from the sprint and the lingering adrenaline.
"Jay..." he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the night wind.
The sight of her made him stop in his tracks.
She was no longer leaning back comfortably.
She was sitting on the very edge of the bed, her shoulders hunched slightly and her head bowed low, her long hair shielding her face from his view.
Keifer walked toward the bed with slow, cautious steps.
The bowls and spoons clattered slightly on the tray as he set them down, his eyes never leaving her.
"Jay..." he called out, his voice a soft, velvet caress.
"Keifer!" she said, her head snapping up instantly.
He froze.
She looked... completely different.
The shy, blushing girl who had hidden her face in her palms just minutes ago was gone.
Now, she was looking at him with a heavy-lidded, dreamy gaze, her lips curved into a wide, playful smile.
There wasn't a single trace of shyness left on her face; instead, she looked strangely bold and dazed.
Keifer stared at her, his eyes wide with confusion.
He didn't even have time to ask what was wrong before she moved.
She reached out, her hand wrapping firmly around his wrist.
With a sudden, surprising strength, she yanked him down toward her.
Keifer stumbled, landing hard on the edge of the bed beside her.
His eyes turned the size of saucers as he felt her heat radiating next to him.
"Jay..." he started to stammer, his mind racing to figure out what had changed.
Before he could finish his sentence, she pressed a soft, warm finger against his lips.
"Shhh!" she hissed, her smile widening into something mischievous.
Keifer felt his throat go dry, and he let out a hard gulp.
He couldn't move, mesmerized by the strange, confident glint in her eyes.
She leaned in closer, so close that the tip of her nose almost brushed against his.
Keifer's breath hitched in his chest, his heart stopping as she began to move her hand.
Slowly, she traced her finger from his lips, dragging it down his chin and sliding it lower, right into the center of his exposed chest.
Keifer let out a sharp gasp, his skin burning wherever she touched.
"You know?" she whispered, her voice sounding low and melodic as she looked at his open shirt.
"You are... so handsome."
Keifer's eyes went wide, his brain struggling to keep up with this sudden personality flip.
"Huh?" he managed to choke out, completely shocked.
Jay narrowed her eyes at him—they were already half-closed and glassy.
She reached out and grabbed his collar, yanking him toward her with a strength that caught him off guard.
Their faces were now only inches apart, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.
"Huh? Huh? What?" she mimicked, her voice playful and teasing.
"Didn't you hear me? I said you are so..."
Her gaze dropped to his lips.
She smiled, biting her own lower lip in a naughty, suggestive way that made Keifer's knees feel like they were melting into the mattress. "...handsome," she finished.
Before he could even blink, she leaned in quickly and pressed a long, lingering kiss right on the corner of his mouth.
Keifer sat there, frozen like a statue, his mind spinning.
Suddenly, a giggle bubbled out of her, and within seconds, she was laughing uncontrollably.
She was still holding onto his collar, but she threw her head back, her laughter echoing across the rooftop.
"You know, your reactions are just too sexy too," she managed to say through her giggles.
Her hand slipped from his collar, and because she was laughing so hard, she started to tilt backward, nearly falling off the edge of the bed.
Keifer reacted instantly, his arms snapping out to catch her by the shoulders and pull her back until she was flush against his chest.
"Jay! Jay, what are you doing?" he said, his voice rising with a mix of fear and protectiveness.
"You might get hurt!"
But Jay just laughed harder.
"I won't," she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself even closer until her lips were almost touching his.
"I won't get hurt. I know you won't let me get hurt."
Keifer's expression softened for a split second at her words, his heart swelling with affection.
But then, a strange, sharp scent hit him—coming directly from her breath.
He frowned, his protective instincts turning into confusion and then realization.
"Jay! What did you drink?" he asked, his voice stern as he realized she smelled like alcohol.
"Me? Nothing!" she chirped, suddenly trying to scramble to her feet.
She pushed off the bed, stumbling immediately as she forgot about her injured foot.
Keifer caught her around the waist instantly, holding her steady. "Jay, your foot!
"My foot? What about my foot?" she pouted, her lower lip sticking out as she looked up at him with dazed, glassy eyes.
She was practically swaying in his arms, her head tilting back as she started trying to count the stars in the sky, completely oblivious to the fact that she couldn't stand straight.
While holding her steady, Keifer's gaze darted to the bedside table, landing on the empty glass.
That juice... I need to check it, he thought, his heart sinking.
"Jay, please, just sit down here for a second," he said, his voice dropping to a soft, persuasive hum as he tried to guide her back to the safety of the pillows.
"No!" she chirped stubbornly, clinging to his ruined shirt like a koala.
"Jay, please. Just one minute."
"No!" she repeated, trying to cross her arms over her chest to look defiant, but she was so dizzy she just ended up waving her hands around, looking confused about where her arms were supposed to go.
Keifer took a deep breath, looking directly into her dancing eyes. "Baby, please."
"Baby?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening.
"Wow! You look so... so hot saying 'babyyyy'." She started giggling again, the sound light and airy in the night.
At that moment, Keifer knew for an absolute certainty that something was very wrong.
"Yes, baby. Now please, sit," he urged, finally managing to ease her down.
"Okay," she agreed, but as she tried to sit, she completely misjudged the distance and ended up just flopping backward onto the bed.
Keifer jumped, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest with worry, but Jay just stayed there, lying on her back and laughing at the ceiling even harder than before.
He rubbed his palm over his face, stuck between wanting to laugh with her and wanting to cry.
He reached for the empty glass and brought it to his nose.
One sniff was all it took, he doesn't need to smell it again to know that It was his father's premium, high-strength alcohol he must have left decanted on the counter earlier.
He stood there for a moment, hand over his eyes, realizing his romantic, perfect night had just taken a very sharp turn.
He realised doesn't matter if his family was home or not, their contribution in ruining their romance is always there.
"Great," he muttered to himself. "Just great."
He walked back to the edge of the bed, and the moment he got close, Jay sat up with a burst of energy, giggling as she threw her arms around his waist and hugged him tight.
She tilted her head back to look at him, her smile wide and messy as she continued to sway.
"You know?" she whispered, her voice full of a sweet, drunken honesty. "I love you."
Despite the chaos and the ruined plans, Keifer felt his heart melt.
All his frustration evaporated instantly.
He let out a soft chuckle, reaching down to stroke her hair before leaning in to press a tender kiss to her warm cheek.
"I love you more," he whispered back.
"No!" Jay shouted suddenly, her lower lip sticking out in a dramatic pout that made him chuckle.
"What do you mean, no?" Keifer asked, amused by her intensity.
"I love you more, babyyyyyy," she said, grinning from ear to ear.
Her eyes were almost completely closed now, and her fingers were tightly knotted into the fabric of his shirt.
Even though she was sitting, she was still swaying like a leaf in the wind, forcing Keifer to keep a firm, protective grip around her waist.
He looked down at her adorable, stubborn face and couldn't resist leaning in to give her pout a quick, affectionate peck.
"Okay, okay," he said softly, using the gentle tone he'd use with a sleepy toddler.
"But now, let's go to sleep, baby."
"Go to sleep? Why?" Jay's voice suddenly dropped into a lower, softer register that made Keifer's heart completely skip a beat.
"It's our date."
"I know, baby," he replied, his thumb tracing a comforting circle on her waist.
He reached up and tapped the tip of her nose with his finger.
"But you're a little drunk, and you really need to rest."
"Me? Drunk? Never!" she scoffed, pointing a dramatic finger at her own chest.
But....
Suddenly, the playful energy drained out of her, and her mood shifted into something quiet and deeply gentle.
She just sat there, looking up at him, her heavy-lidded eyes tracing every single detail of his face.
Slowly, as if admiring a masterpiece, she raised her hand.
Her fingertips softly drifted over his brow, down the bridge of his nose, along the sharp line of his jaw, and finally hovered near his lips.
The feather-light touch was so intoxicating that Keifer instinctively closed his eyes, leaning into the sensation.
"Keifer..." she murmured, her voice dropping into a soft, velvety whisper.
"Hmm..." he hummed, his own mind feeling a bit dizzy just from being this close to her.
"I'm hungry," she said, her voice trailing off into a sleepy yawn as her head finally got too heavy to hold up.
She let it drop, resting it heavily against his shoulder, her breathing slowing down as she leaned all her weight against him.
(Angel inside me : isn't it cute, let it be like this only.
Devil inside me : what are you saying? Then what about that imagination that took 4 days to create a single scene in an order.
Angel inside me : but it's looking cute.
Devil inside me : Do you want that not to happen because it is looking cute, what about that weirdo imagination inside your head, u have to dump it somewhere.
Angel inside me : but....
Me : shut up )
Keifer looked down at her, his hand moving to gently cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her warm skin.
"I bought ice cream," he whispered softly, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Do you want to eat some?"
"No... I don't want to eat ice cream," she answered.
Her voice was still sleepy, but the tone shifted, dropping into a completely different, deeper register.
"You don't want it?" Keifer asked, completely shocked.
He blinked at her, totally confused because ice cream was her absolute favorite thing in the world.
"But... it's your favorite?" he said hesitantly.
"If not ice cream, what do you want to eat? Tell me, I'll go bring it."
Jay slowly lifted her head from his shoulder to look up at him.
When her eyes met his, the sleepy daze seemed to vanish, replaced by a raw, piercing intensity that felt powerful enough to look directly into his soul.
She didn't answer right away.
Instead, her hand slid slowly up his chest, traveling to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as she pulled him down just a fraction of an inch closer.
"I want to eat you," she answered huskily, her gaze locked dead on his lips.
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Before he could even process the words leaving her mouth, Jay yanked him down by the back of his neck, crashing her lips against his.
The sudden, bold force of the impact sent a shockwave straight through him.
Keifer's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, but the hesitation lasted only a fraction of a second before the raw heat of her touch consumed him, and he began responding back with the exact same fierce intensity.
Lost in the rush, Jay's free hand wandered down to the front of his shirt, her fingers finding the few remaining buttons that had survived the earlier chaos.
(should I just stop?...ughhhhh!)
The moment she unbuttoned the first one, a sudden jolt of awareness snapped through Keifer's mind.
Realizing just how out of control things were spinning, he instinctively moved to ground them.
While one of his hands securely supported her waist to keep her steady, his other hand traveled up, firmly wrapping around her wrist to gently pull her hand away and stop her.
But Jay wasn't having it.
Sensing his resistance, she leaned in deeper and bit down on his lower lip, sucking it hard with a sudden, intoxicating hunger.
The sharp spark of heat sent a shudder through Keifer, making his mind go completely blank.
He groan.
His grip on her wrist faltered and loosened, his defenses instantly crumbling under the distraction.
Taking full advantage of the moment, Jay's fingers slipped free, quickly working their way down the rest of his shirt until every single remaining button was undone.
They pulled apart only when their lungs were burning, both of them gasping for air in the dim light of the rooftop.
"Jay... don't..." Keifer tried to speak, his voice rough and laced with a desperate attempt at control, but she didn't let him finish.
With a sudden burst of confidence, she pushed against his shoulders, sending him flat onto his back on the mattress before slamming both of her hands firmly onto his bare chest.
"Jay—"
Before he could protest again, she leaned down and cut him off completely with a deep, consuming kiss.
The sheer force of her boldness shattered his resolve once more.
He responded instantly, his hands gripping her waist as she caught his upper lip, sucking it hard enough to draw a low, breathless groan from the back of his throat.
The heat between them was becoming entirely too overwhelming.
Gathering what little strength he had left, Keifer suddenly gripped her hips and flipped her under him in one smooth, sweeping motion.
Now, he was hovering over her.
He kissed her hard, their lips moving in frantic, desperate sync, biting and tasting each other until the world outside completely blurred.
When they finally pulled apart, he dropped his head, resting his forehead against hers while panting heavily, his heart slamming against his ribs.
"Jay... baby, please don't... don't do this," he pleaded between ragged breaths.
He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to even articulate the overwhelming storm of emotions and desire crashing through him.
He knew she wasn't sober, and he was fighting every single instinct just to keep his boundaries intact.
But Jay wasn't listening.
In her dazed state, she couldn't.
Her heavy-lidded eyes were locked onto something else—a sight she always found utterly captivating.
With her fingers already tangled deep in his dark hair, she used all her weight to pull him down toward her again.
Her lips pressed directly against his Adam's apple.
A violent shiver ran down Keifer's spine.
He was reaching his absolute limit.
Even as he braced his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing her, his shoulders were visibly trembling.
His eyes snapped shut, his breath hitching completely as she parted her lips, letting her teeth lightly graze the sensitive skin of his throat.
Then, she bit down softly, sucking hard against his pulse point.
One of her hands clamped tightly around the back of his neck to pull him impossibly closer, while her other hand slid up to his collar, aggressively shoving the ruined fabric of his shirt off his shoulders.
Keifer's head fell back, a low gasp escaping his lips.
He didn't even have the courage or the strength left to stop her anymore.
The moment her lips finally left his skin, Keifer's strength deserted him completely.
He flopped backward onto the mattress beside her, panting heavily with his eyes squeezed shut.
As his chest heaved, a sudden, vivid realization hit him through the haze of his racing thoughts.
Now he finally understood why his mother was always so completely against his father drinking those premium alcohols.
The stuff was practically a love potion of pure chaos.
(Authorrrrr.....are u serious?)
But Jay was far from finished.
She dragged herself up into a sitting position, a dazed, triumphant smile plastered across her face.
Her eyes were still half-closed and glassy, and she was still swaying dangerously from side to side like a ship in a storm.
"Keifer..." she called out, her voice a sleepy but demanding purr.
"Huh?" was literally the only syllable his brain could manage to process and force out of his mouth.
"Remove your shirt," she ordered, her tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.
"Jay...!" Keifer said, snapping his eyes open and sitting up abruptly.
Shock waves rushed through him, his eyes turning the size of saucers.
"What 'Jay'?" she countered, leaning toward him.
"I want to eat your muscles too," she stated, her voice a mix of a husky whisper and an authoritative command, though she was panting hard just from the effort of staying upright.
Keifer stared at her in absolute disbelief.
In that moment, he was drowning in a sea of pure regret, his mind screaming a single, echoing question:
Why on earth did she have to be drunk right now?
Just in case she wasn't drunken right now.....ughhhhhh!
Before he could even spiral deeper into his thoughts of regret, Jay moved.
She crawled closer, her hands targeting his already ruined shirt and aggressively shoving the fabric down and away until it was completely removed from his arms.
She didn't waste a single second.
She leaned in and bit his shoulder, a sharp nip that made him gasp, before her lips moved to trail over his arm muscles, and finally buried themselves back into the warm crook of his neck.
Keifer was completely paralyzed.
He couldn't do anything but sit there, feeling a beautiful kind of torture as he wrapped his arms securely around her waist to keep her from falling.
Overwhelmed and utterly defeated by her boldness, he let his head drop forward, resting his face heavily against her shoulder as the storm of her touch continued to swirl around him.
Her hands wandered restlessly across his bare chest and back, her fingers mapping out every line of his upper body while her eyes dazedily searched for new spots to mark.
She leaned up, sucking gently along his jawline as her palms slid down from his shoulders, trailing down the center of his chest and over his abs, tracing every muscle with an intoxicating slowness.
But suddenly, Keifer felt her hands wandering lower, passing his waistline and heading down, down, and further down.
Before her fingers could cross that final line, a jolt of pure adrenaline snapped through his veins.
He grabbed both of her wrists in a tight grip, using his momentum to flip her backward and pin her hands flat against the mattress above her head.
Once again, he was hovering over her.
Both of them were panting heavily, the air between them thick, hot, and electric.
"Jay... baby... don't do this," he pleaded, his voice a strained, ragged whisper.
Jay's chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow gasps as she looked up into his eyes.
In the dim moonlight, his dark brown eyes looked completely raw, burning with a fierce intensity and a desperate battle for self-control.
"Why?" she asked, her voice small, pouting as she looked up at him with those heavy, dazed eyes. "Aren't you my husband?"
The question hit him like a physical blow.
Keifer squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head until his forehead rested heavily against hers.
"I am, Jay. I am," he breathed against her skin, his body trembling as he fought back his own desires.
"I'm all yours."
"Then why are you stopping me?" she whispered, her voice laced with a sleepy, frustrated confusion.
Hearing the innocence mixed with the passion in her voice broke his harsh grip.
His hands slowly let go of her wrists.
Instead of pinning her down, he slid his arms under her waist and smoothly flipped her over, pulling her up until she was lying completely on top of him.
He guided her head down to rest securely against his bare chest, right over his racing heart.
One of his large hands wrapped protectively around her waist, holding her close, while his other hand began running through her long hair, gently stroking the dark strands to soothe her.
He pressed a long, tender kiss onto the very top of her head.
Still panting, his voice thick with emotion, he whispered into the quiet night, "Because I don't want you to regret this when you wake up tomorrow."
With this they both drifted off to sleep.
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Ok....ummm...I know my imagination was wierd...or maybe.... weirdest but I don't know how my mind thought of all this.
But tell me honestly, did u ever thought that I'll write something like this?
Ok one thing more, I hadn't planned how they're gonna react when they'll get up in the morning. If u guys have any idea, share it. (No promises that I'll use them for sure)
Otherwise I'm going to hibernate for some days, to think.
I'll try my best to think something unique.
Bye bye
Ok bye bye
Good night
Have a great day
Ughhhhh!
Love u ❤️