Wrong Move

Standing in front of the drinking fountain, Sophie found herself at loss. If she drinks from the same drinking fountain after her Adonis, would this consider as an indirect kiss? Will today be the day she would get her first kiss indirectly from her beloved Adonis?

Sophie closed her eyes and lean down to take her first sip from the fountain. Behind her stood Shawn that was surprised to see her there. Seeing her sweating in her active gear, he knew she been running for a while already.

'Why didn't I encountered her before?'

Fate is something magical if you were meant to meet that you would meet the person even though the place were huge and vice versa. If fate prevents you to meet, how much you plan to meet, you shall not get the chance to do so.

Shawn gazes lingering at the back of Sophie's head, where her hair was tied in a messy bun style, exposing her seductive nape. Shawn began to feel heated accumulated inside him, thus he diverted his attention downwards so the raging fire could calm down.

Wrong move.

His eyes now gawked at the perfect round curvy yet firm butt. The black pants clung to Sophie so much that it left Shawn something less to imagine. Perhaps the coldness air seeps inside of Sophie's core, she reflexively shivers.

But such action brought a tent to Shawn nether region, constraint the mighty dragon from roaring out loud. Shawn felt all his danger sense were beeping in alarm, barely holding his sanity.

He got the urge to grab and feel those meet buns on his hands. Give it a slap or maybe a squeeze. Or perhaps both?

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When Shawn pants tighten to maximum stretch, his dirty imagination was disconnected at once. Shawn took a look at his bulging lower body, he tried to hide his asset so that Sophie wouldn't aware of his hard on but he was a second too late.

Sophie turned around to greet Shawn but what she saw was an obvious Shawn's little brother greeting her back.

'Should I say hi back or ignore it?'

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