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Kian’s POV

It was true. The way she looked at me. Proved me that what I was thinking was right. I was her first kiss.

I was the first person. Who touched her. The person who explored the honey flavoured inside of her mouth. Her lips were so soft and I remembered how I went crazy when I kissed her. I was pretty rough in touch. And I had touched many other girls before. And I found myself always being rough and brutal, but she held my shoulder and her soft moan made me soft too. Soft on her fragile body. Afraid to hurt her.

“It is?” I murmured. My grip tightened on her waist. She was so silent. But her eyes were saying too much.

HEY LOOK! THERE HE IS!

I saw a crowd of some people, flashing cameras. Some had phones and some had cameras. They were ten to fifteen in number and there was a possibility of her being hurt.

“This way Kian!!” I heard Raven, he was standing a little bit far from them. My body guards were coming to me. Some were busy shoving the crowd.

WHO IS THAT GIRL?