Seven Mates
“Clyde.’ Jeremy called him, but he kept kissing me.
I didn’t want to stop. It felt passionate.
We were in our own little world and before I knew what was happening, I jumped onto him.
He grabbed me and dropped onto his bed, as we both bounced and kept kissing lavishly, repeatedly.
He then pulled away from me. His deep blue eyes had lots of emotions, locking gazes without taking our eyes off each other for even a second.
Then something flashed before me and the next thing I heard myself asking him shocked me itself.
“Who are you, Clyde?’
His eyes widened a little, and I noticed him getting off me.
I got up and picked off my shirt from the floor and covered myself with it.
“What kind of questi