11. Screwed

The ride is so plain. It has no excitement or a kiss of wanderlust I've had last time. I came here on Lillian's bike alone to get out of the blood, white, and blue for some time. Back then, I wasn't aware of the fact that he was right behind me watching me, racing me and that's how he took interest in me. Now, there's a part of me wishing that he is here and we would have a little conversation we never had. These are some facts I've to admit at least to myself. When I first saw him, I was beyond fascinated. It might be his charms, his golden skin, his attitude, or the lighter. His voice is deep which is capable of leaving imprints of his vocals resonating through every nerve of my body. 

    When I first saw him, he's just an arrogant, gorgeous pervert. When I saw him for the second time, he was a beautiful pain in the ass who succeeded in taking my breath away with a single touch. I was willing to give him what he wants with a little delay because I was that af