7 Minutes in heaven for Yami (but from the past ewe)
Send “7 Minutes in heaven” for my muse to kiss yours in a locked closet.
“Come oooon!” She groaned while pulling him to stand up and follow her to the closet. Under whistles and claps from his bandmates that were followed by a light and sincere laughter from Bomi. Simply amused by the situation, maybe some other girl would feel shy but not her. Even less now that she had some alcohol in her system. Finally pushing him inside the closet he was followed by her.
He smelled like cigarrete and his cologne. He smelled so good.
Shamelessly she wrapped her arms around his neck like she would have done a bunch of times, it was one of her favorite pastimes, to tease him. When that bottle spun and decided they both would go to that place she found it to be a perfect opportunity. Maybe she liked more than just teasing him. Even if it would frustrate her so much sometimes when she couldn’t get reactions from him.
“We are supposed to kiss.” She broke the silence while her eyes were getting used to the dark, the light coming through the louver door would draw lines on his face, that only made him more attractive under her eyes. “These are the rules, I don’t feel like breaking them tonight.” She smiled widely before her hand moved slowly up on his neck, disappearing between his hair. Before he would move away she used the excuse of the alcohol to kiss him, her lips only pressing against his before she tried to go a little deeper and even if it wasn’t common from her, she seemed hesitant wanting and eager for his approval. That she could kiss him a little more, a little better.
