Marilyn's POV
There was a moment, I saw Lynn, this well-behaved look completely compelled by the mind, he kneeled straight, leaned over and kissed the teenager on the thin, soft, moist red lips.
The soft lips pressed up and parted in less than a second, but Lynn's eyes widened suddenly, his thoughts cut off, and the big, well-assembled, green words of love that were about to leave his mouth were blocked on the tip of his tongue.
I looked at his frozen appearance, resumed in his lower lip gently pursed, tone gentle, "Know."
The cold air turned on, the room gradually cooled down.
After expressing his feelings, Lynn did not let go as before; I could see that he is an introverted child in his bones. Even if at this time my hand holding his genitals, touching the roots of his legs, was shivering, he still tightly closed his thin lips, humming refused to hum too loudly.
