Trial (3)

Clara

I was in a Eutopia. Or a fairyland weaving my fairytale. All I could think of was Gael, Gael and Gael. I wanted him to get inside me, possess me. And I wanted to possess him. Offer myself to him in every possible way. I don’t know why but why did I feel like rutting?

The moment I pulled back from Gael’s kiss, I felt as if I were floating. Warm, sparkly clouds drifted somewhere inside my head