His lips against mine, and I can barley keep my happiness under control. Can I be so happy? Me, the child of Trigon. The daughter of evil. Being kissed, being loved, by someone as wonderful as Gar. His cellphone.
«Terra?»
I can't breath. Happy? Me? Of course not.
«I have to go, bye.»
He turns it off, before throwing the cellphone out the window. Then he turns back to me.
«That girl really has the worst timing. Now, where were we?»
His lips against mine again.