Kevin Gates Braids Mga Nobela at Kwento

A few minutes later, my phone chimes again. Kevin: look behind you for a second. He's here, isn't he? So standing up, I turn around and find Kevin leaning against a tree. He is looking in my direction with his eyes drooped with sadness. His shoulder-length blonde hair is tied in a small pony behind his head. He looks sober, much sober than yesterday. He was completely knocked out of his senses when I last saw him. But he's here now. I shouldn't recall what has happened. He walks towards me and I excuse myself from Kathy for a while, I go to him.

Kevin was standing mere inches from me. "Next time do NOT deny me a kiss. Even if we are in public, because you will not like the consequences… do you understand me?" Kevin ordered in a deceptively low tone. "Yes, Master," I answered back automatically without thought. "Good." He grasped my braid and pulled it back slightly, forcing me still as his lips descended on mine hungrily. The kiss was not a long or very deep one, but my lips still felt as branded by him as I would be if he took a marker and wrote his name all over them. My entire body melted immediately, and I swayed towards him.