Robin Hernandez has never been given many chances at life.
She was never the first choice. She was never someone who you would give a second glance to.
She was never important. And that's just the way it always was.
But everything changed, when th...
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The beginning of a thought is a beautiful thing.
The way we gather all the knowledge from our own little universe, our own little experiences, our own little lives, and collide it to paint a single voice, with a single idea capable of destroying or creating things will certainly never cease to amaze me.
Especially here, right at this moment, 1:27am standing at a party with far few friends, far too little drinks, and a heartbeat driven wild by a pop-y song with too many bad influences.
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And her lips. Those damned lips.
They sparked a thought in me I had pondered a million times before. A dangerous one. Too dangerous for our own good.
We were so close to each other; So damn close I could feel her heartbeat dancing to the music. She was still dancing, sensually moving her hips in front of me, without taking her gaze away from mine, not even for a second.
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Her breath hard and wondering as her brown eyes were wide and her lips parted to say something I felt she couldn't quite say.
I wasn't sure about what she wanted, but I knew what I needed. And wasting another second wasn't an option anymore given my circumstances.
So without anymore hesitation and a bold heart, I did it. I held onto her hips to steady her while I slowly leaned in, heart almost coming out of my chest from how fast it was pumping.
I kissed her. I kissed Daisy Smiles.
Trapping her bottom lip between mine, sucking on it gently but eagerly and full of all the tenderness I could possibly muster. My hands had switched to cupping her cheeks sometime during the kiss, an automatic reflex from my body's self defense mechanism. I was afraid; afraid she would run away from me like the monster I felt I was.
Her body stood still, i felt her breath hitch at the back of her throat and her body fell tense. Her lips tasted like cherry, with a hint of vodka in them. So damn enticing. So damn electrical.
