Mint!
Before beginning my this post, I 'd like to make certain points clear. 1.This is purely my work of fiction and is not intended to be related to anyone. No one. 2.Please do not care to judge me after this. Really! It feels bad. 3.Lastly, be free to post whatever you feel. Cheers! Photo credits: That Kiss in the Rain That night, when we would prepare ourselves to get back home after a brief saunter. The moment we enter our room, it would take hardly a fraction of second to close it back. Know why? Because you would be keenly busy and restless in unraveling my lacy straps with your hands playfully scuffling to play with my tresses. Your incessant force to drive me off to bed would impede when suddenly a knock on the door with your mother telling us to open it would compel you to take your hands off me. Though unwillingly. After a short, in fact really tiny encounter with your mother, you look back to see if the business that you left unfinished for a moment is still at it...