I love him, but not like that.
The brother man be hormonal! I was also hormonal!
I banged my hand severally on the dashboard until it was sore. I even slapped myself for being such a fool, my cheek deserved that slap for being caressed by his hands. The same indecorous hands
“Agie si unajua wewe ni my dear sweerie!”
I hope this epistle finds you well. I have been meaning to write this earlier but I kept procrastinating.