“Well,


    I suddenly realize that the drink tasted delicious.”


    “Huh?” Before she could make out what was going through his mind, he shocked her.


    He slowly lowered his head. His face got closer and closer to hers until they seemed to breathe in each


    other’s breath. Softly he sealed her slightly parted lips with his to savor the taste of the milk


    As seconds passed, their kiss turned more passionate. Wesley pressed her against the wall. ir


    wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe as she responded to his fiery passion


    Their kiss could have continued till eternity. But two minutester, the ringtone of his mobile phone


    intruded their moments of passion, inappropriately.


    Forced to stop, he lifted his Lips from her swollen lips. But his grip on her waist tightened. Gasping,


    ir was short of breath.


    Wesley let her go gently. After ncing at the caller ID for a moment, he steadied himself in a second


    and took the call. His voice deep and maic as ever.


    Seeing it as an opportunity, ir ran into her room.


    She sat on the corner of the bed and fell into a reverie.


    The various thoughts Lurking on her mind stirred up a storm of emotions in her. One moment she was


    smiling and the next she was sad. After a while, she was bored and decided to have some fun on her


    phone.


    Night had fallen, and the town was covered in a velvety darkness.


    Someone knocked on the door to ir’s bedroom. She sat up immediately.


    “Coming!”


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    She opened the door to see Wesley standing there calmly.


    “We’re eating out, right?”


    “Oh, right. Give me a minute to change.” It would look a bit weird to go to a restaurant in her uniform.


    She closed the door and entered the walk-in closet.


    Wesley sat on the couch, waiting. Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. And then a quarter. Twenty


    minutester, ir finally opened the door again.


    From the amount of time she took, he expected that she’d be more made-up. But she had only


    changed her clothes. Nothing more. He didn’t understand how a simple outfit change could have taken


    so long.


    Just then, something dawned on her.


    “One more minute,” she said.


    “I don’t think she could do anything that only took a minute.’ Wesley felt defeated, wondering why it was


    so hard to get ready.


    In her bedroom, ir found the perfume Wesley had bought her, and applied some of it to her neck


    and wrists


    Ten more minutester, they finally Left the apartment. This took way too long, at least as far as the


    soldier was concerned. Wesley only had a few outfits. The patterns of his clothes varied, but he always


    wore the same color.


    ir wore a long white turtle neck with a slim waistline. It set off her slender figure and fair skin.