Thumbelina

[Mandy's Diary Today]

Oh God. my heart. Where was my heart?! I could barely feel my heartbeat after getting hot stares from Justin. His other fingers pressed against my cheek and moved slowly to touch the corners of my lips. In the next seconds, I just felt my heart pounding—as if it almost broke through my breastbone. Justin moved further forward. I could smell mint mixed with wine from him, brushing my nostrils—an intoxicating scent that the women of this world adore.

My eyes closed as I felt the warmth and essence of the wine on my lips. His hot fingers pressed deeper against my cheek. His lips kept moving in sync with mine, crushing every curve, with his tongue suddenly dipping into my mouth, exploring every cavity of my mouth until I could taste the wine and mint mixed in there. Touching my tongue with a sexy gesture. Didn't even give me a chance to catch my breath for a second.

Have I told you that he is also a good kisser?

Just a few seconds. I was lulled by the hot kiss that was given by Justin as a birthday present from me when I felt the presence of fine hairs that spontaneously made me widen my eyes–with our lips still intertwined together. My eyeballs glanced down to find a small Chihuahua crawling between my legs, rubbing its fur and sticking out its tongue. I kicked Justin's damn dog, Thumbelina, but she barked and licked my feet. I automatically let go of Justin's kiss and jumped up onto the swing, making Justin gasp in surprise.

"Shoo!! Shoo!! Go the damn away!!" I screamed on the swing, making this thing move back and forth uncontrollably while pointing at Thumbelina menacingly.

"Mandy, you scared her." Instead of defending me, Justin was defending the damn dog that was bothering us.

Hell, such an ugly Chihuahua is worth more than your future wife?! My mind cried out in exasperation, still tiptoeing on the swing. I swung my legs into the air in front of Thumbelina who was barking upwards.

"Get rid of her! Oh my God, I must have caught rabies!" My hands clung to the post, squeezing there as Justin climbed off the swing and took Thumbelina in his arms.

I'm not afraid of dogs, just HATE them. I have a trauma with dogs because I was chased and bitten as a child.

"It's just my little Thumbelina," Justin said ignoring my irritated expression. "And, bloody hell, she won't spread rabies."

"Whatever, I want that creature to get away from me." I shudder.

Justin released Thumbelina and gave the dog a code to enter the mansion at my request. His hands fluttered in the air, slapped repeatedly to remove the dog hairs that tickled me. Once in front of the swing, Justin shrugged his shoulders.

"I kicked her out."

"Thank-You-Mr-Bedington," I replied, still keeping an irritated expression.

I swore I'd lock Justin in the bathroom if he brought his dog when we got married.