97 Paparazzi

I was gasping for air when Keith finally decided to stop and raised himself. His dark onyx eyes met mine, which was still hazy from what he did. He then slowly licked his lips, cleaning off of the juices while still holding my gaze.

And damn. He looked so hot doing that. It made me want to strip off of my remaining clothes and jump him.

'Should I do that?'

Keith then pulled me in a sitting position and pecked my lips, clearly remembering what I had told him earlier about not brushing my teeth. It made me quite dismayed why I have not done that before coming out of here. I get to kiss him by then...

'Damn it…'

"Apology done," he uttered and smirked at me-- "Time to get back to work."

I gaped at him. I thought he was going all the way but the reality is oftentimes disappointing. All I want to do at this moment is to scream at his face, 'That's it?!'