Footsteps stopped him. He slowly put me down but he kept confining me with his arm. I heard the whisper of passers -by and its footsteps away because his frame is large and he's tall, passers -by didn't see me. His scent is mixed with alcohol and mint. I am deaf to my own heartbeat. I can't believe that after four years I can hold him again like this, I can smell him again like this. It's nostalgic.

Still panting because of his kiss and none of his own raised his hand to kiss his face. But he stop me by gripping tight on my pulse. My breathing turned ragged....