Mag-log inThree months later . . . . . "You are like a sunflower glowing under the morning sun, with the radiance of a fish skin under the moonlight." I felt myself smile as I heard him. I was used to this by now; it was Walter after all. His compliments were always so...innovative. One time, I heard him te
My heart was about to break out of my ribcage; that was the only logical explanation I had for the wild beating in my chest right now. Time seemed to move too slow – even though it was barely five seconds since I rang the doorbell, it seemed like five years to me. The door finally creaked open, rev
'We got that' "Hood love," we sang along, voices loud. 'We got that' "Good love." 'We got that' "Hot love..." 'Make me make...' "Boy you make me make bad decisions," I sang, grinding on Sam, with her behind me. "Oh Lord, save me from temptation," she said dramatically – her hands on my waist
"I like Jake," I remarked offhandedly. "Yeah, I figured when you were ogling him at the start of the movie," he chirped between chuckles, earning a playful shove from me. Although, I couldn't quite help the chuckle that escaped my lips as well. But when the throaty sounds died down, however, I found
"Hey, you screamed first," I protested between laughs, with him echoing the throaty sound from beside me; the both of us reminiscing our first rollercoaster ride together. "I only did it because I knew you wanted to scream, so I took the first initiative," he answered, even adding a duh expression.
Hawk . . . . . 'Holland and I couldn't work out anymore because...she isn't the one I'm in love with.' Thinking about it again just made me want to bang my head on the wall for being so lame. What was she – a programmer? So, what was with the encrypted message that I gave? Why didn't I just tell h
Hawk (P.O.V.) I could make out distant sounds of someone moving around. The more conscious I became however, the closer the sounds seemed to be. So, using all my willpower, I popped both eyes open. The first thing that welcomed me, was the soft feel of the pillow on my face. Since when did my p
"Could you well..." Why was I finding it hard to just come out with it? "Could you change his clothes? It's just that the ones he has on are sweaty, and I think he might have spilled some drinks on them too." "Don't worry, Miss Stephanie, I'd get him changed and have his clothes washed and re
"So, you think she looks like pizza?" I asked, struggling to hold back a laugh. "No, silly." He laughed that giggly laugh of his again. "She is so sweet, and so beautiful like those toppings, and you just can't help falling in love with her, just like how everybody loves Pizza." A mental im
How did he even come up with that name? I bit back a chuckle as I said, "I'm sure they've learnt it already." Kevin steadied him into the car. Thankfully, he was too busy counting his fingers, so he didn't put up a struggle. "Thanks," I said, making to go over to the other side of the car.







