Mr Trap. Coldhearted
The Part 115
Cathleen felt the need to ask Gerald something. Since then it continues to ring in the mind to make a date that should be happy to be full of odd.
“Tell me, I will answer,” Gerald replied as he laid down his body on the mat, his head was deliberately wrapped in Cathleen's thighs, and his eyes were facing the sky that was not sprinkled with stars.
“Did you still miss Chloe?” ask Cathleen. The man had likened himself to the late lover Gerald, in his mind, surely the husband could not forget the figure.
Gerald let out a heavy sigh, the look in his eyes that had originally been staring at the sky, now moved on Cathleen's pretty face. He did not answer immediately, but grabbed the wife's soft hand to be let down. “I'm sorry for not being able to forget Chloe completely. But I'm in the process of learning.” The explanation ends with a swipe of Cathleen's skin surface into the jaw overgrown with thin feathers.
Cathleen commented on the smile while rubbing Gerald's hair which now began to shower diligently even once a day. “Then, why did you equate me with Chloe?” Rather than overthinking yourself, it is better to just ask the concerned.
“Because you're just as beautiful as her,” explains Gerald. He gently rubbed the surface of the wife's hand that was resting on her chest.
“Not because you missed him?” The question just came from Cathleen's lips.
Gerald was silent as he was feeling as Cathleen had asked. But the lips did not want to answer by justifying because they did not want to hurt his wife. “Don't talk about other people when we're both. Just enjoy this first date.”
Gerald slowly changed his position to sit down again. She moved her wife to face him. “We are racing strong-power unblinking, okay?”
To divert the conversation around Chloe, Gerald sparks a classic game. Instead of inviting Cathleen to play online games that must dwell on gadgets, and of course will reduce the intensity of their communication if it is washed away in the fun of playing mobile phones.
“Bby.” Cathleen was prepared not to close her eyelids.
“OK, who blinked, the sign he lost. Be punished by following the will of the winner. How, deal?” Gerald reached out to ask for a deal.
“But don't punish me weird, huh?” pinta Cathleen while replying to the husband's hand.
Gerald and Cathleen looked at each other. Highlight the two meeting without the slightest hitch. Discover how a slow heartbeat emerges between them. One exploded fast, another is still the heating process.
But suddenly an uninvited wind passed through them. Cathleen was unprepared, so she lost by blinking.
“New one minute, you've lost,” Gerald said.
Cathleen grimaced in shame. “Say, what punishment did you give me.”
“Kiss it, you've never taken the initiative to do that to me.” Gerald pointed at the lips. He is not addicted, but by doing so can provoke a beating in the chest.
Cathleen slowly advanced her face, because for too long, Gerald immediately pulled the woman's nape until the lips stuck together.
Of course Gerald tapped his tongue on his wife's lips to let Cathleen give her a way in. When fighting, his eyes were not closed, looking at Cathleen's beauty who was not boring.
The kiss lasted long enough, until Gerald's chest was rumbling. And something is starting to respond to that closeness.
...*****...
...Whats? Learn to forget? PALA LU PEANG APE GIMANE SI GE? Then do you mean to respond, ape? Ngaw*eng you? It's vangke! Ngeselin, must have been overshadowed by the closet place of defecation. Hadehhhhhh!!!!...
...I'm waiting for you to realize, Cing, watch out you're unconscious, I'm making you wait so you don't make emotions...