Excerpt from the book I'll never write (2)

I smelt his aftershave before I felt his presence behind me, his arms slowly wrapped themselves around my stomach, I turned my head to see his grinning face, staring down at me intensely. My body followed, as he sat me up on the counter I wrapped my legs around him, playing with his hair as his kissed me softly.

At first it was a peck, but as usual it got deeper, more passionate, as if he was putting all his love into that one kiss.

We broke apart, I was panting and so was he.

“I love you so f*****g much,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I grinned, “I love you too.”

And then I woke up.

-Excerpt from the book I’ll never write, (2)