When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Saying no more, I went into the washroom to wash my face. She was already gone when I came out.

Stepping onto the soft carpeted floor in the corridor made me have a newfound appreciation for all the familiar things in my life.

“Ah!” a voice rang from a few yards away. It was Tessa.

I took a few steps forward and saw Tessa leaning against a black-suited man. She appeared to have sprained her ankle.

The man was someone all too familiar, someone I had been missing for such a long time. Bumping into him under such circumstances rendered me a little speechless as my steps hesitated.

“Sir, can you hold me, please? I think I have sprained my ankle,” Tessa said while wrapping her arms around Ashton’s.

The man raised his eyebrow and there was a perceptible distaste in his eyes. But the bearing of a gentleman in him would not allow him to push away a damsel in distress, hence he shot a side glance at Joseph, indicating him to take over.

Ashton then distanced himself from Tessa and was about to leave when his eyes met with mine. Not knowing what to say to him, I subconsciously wanted to avoid a direct encounter with him.

I turned around and started running away from his direction.

His steps, however, caught up with mine in no time and before I knew it, his familiar scent filled my nostrils as he held onto me from behind.

time to respond, Ashton pulled me into

the man’s lips landed on mine in a desperate and

heartbeats were audible in the

by him and I was out of breath as his passionate and fervent kiss had

a while, he finally moved his lips

arms had stopped my attempt to break away from his embrace as he spoke

immensely upon hearing that, but instead of replying to his rhetorical question, I didn’t stop him

remember vividly what they smelled like. It’s true when people say that once you are addicted to it, you are addicted for life. Ashton, you’re

breaths were heavy. I couldn’t make out his features clearly in the dark, but

in Venria?” His hands were still holding tight onto my back as he asked, as though the moment he let

reasonable response to the question, I opted for an ambiguous one. “I just

frowned and asked tentatively, “To get

offered no explanation. It’s not the worst idea for him to misunderstand. Haven’t I already vowed to stay away from him since

my back loosened a little as

of a better way to reply to him than to turn his question around, “The question you should be asking is, who did I

as he now seemed to be