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Twenty-eight: Trevilla
Erwan’s POV
I don’t know what’s got into me. Maybe it is because of the happiness that I feel while being with her here that made me embrace her the moment I catch her.
I felt her hands reaching for mine and held it as she turned to face me.
We are alone together in this isolated sea, away from everybody. I tried to distract myself from being lost in her eyes but it didn’t work because I found myself cupping her cheeks. Before we knew it, our faces are just inches away from each other, our lips becoming closer and closer.
I can’t stop myself from adoring her. She’s beautiful and sexy. The strands of her hair being blown by the wind, she closed her eyes and I took it as my cue to finally kiss her and wrapped my arms around her.
At first, we are both not moving, we just enjoy the moment of being this close with each other. Then my lips started to move, and she respond to it.
I pulled her muc
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