Happy Birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
happy biiiiirthday dear romeny
happy birthday to youuuuuuuu!
(Be glad that you can't hear me!)
I hope you'll have a wonderful day with all the love and joy that you deserve (and you deserve TONS of it)!!!
Thank you so much for being my friend!
Here's a little something for you, sweetheart!
Love and biiiiiggest hugs,
Title: The Flirt 2/?
I wrote it as a sequel to
and I hope you’ll like it a little…
Friday, 8 p.m.
I never expected this! Holy Shit! It ended with a huge bump on my head. Where are those fucking ice-packs? Though there are other parts of my body needing ice-packs even more.
What happened ?
When I entered the class-room – of course he was still there standing at the blackboard – he was lost in thoughts or homework, whatever. „Hey, Case…“ He turned pale, red, seemed to be frightened, looked at the floor. When he lifted his head and looked at me - he looked through me as if he would know my plans.
There was this wicked, loathsome, mischievous smile – no, this grin – eyes black as coals piercing me. Bold-faced he jumped at me – this took me by surprise and made me stumble. I lost balance and fell, hard – with him on top. And then he kissed me!
Decent? Soft? No way. Ruthless, hard, seductive, sensual, too.
Usually I make it a rule to keep control. I failed miserably when I felt him – all arms, hands, chest, legs, hips … lips. Sucking, breathing, biting, tongue dancing. There he was --- holding me for minutes or was it seconds, hours? The light behind my eyes … dancing… tickling… desire?
He stopped as quick as he started, got up and simply said „I hope it was what you expected. You liked it? Good. A kiss like that – mark my words – is ‚single’ – you won’t get another one, Tyler!“ When the door slammed shut I was still lying on the floor, I couldn’t move. I’d be damned it I would have known what was going on in his head.
This kiss was … incredible, breath-taking in the proper meaning of the word.
Seduced with one kiss! The taste of Casey is still lingering on my lips.
I want to die.