oh. me. a bed time story to him. man, i'm expecting too much.
but i'm fine, i definitely fine with it.
that's Love.
i love him.
i said to him to protect me. because i know, i know it very well.
that my body can not even resist him. so vulnerable.
i'm craving a kiss. but pathetically begging him to stop touching me.
for the first time, my body and my brain can't synchronized each other.
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