The God of Love You
Turtles In Boat

Body muscles of God is not excessive, just like men who maintain body fitness with light exercise such as swimming or playing football. Gods do not lift weight in the fitness center, only form the body as necessary. But the results are really good. Mayra had to admit that she was fascinated and also started thinking mischievously after observing the bare-chested God

The hormone is not in good condition and …

"Hi girl!"

The god came out of the room when he saw Mayra only dumbfoundedly watching her from the living room. The open door of his room made it easier for God to see Mayra's presence.

"Hi …!" Mayra commented on the clumsy and misbehaved smile of being perplexed while looking at the young man.

"Good morning, beautiful!" The Lord boldly kissed Mayra's cheek as a welcome greeting. The greeting that made Mayra misguidedly interpreted the degup on his chest.

The god spontaneously chuckled at Mayra's strange expression. He deliberately did that to distract Mayra from being targeted at him. The god worried that Mayra was feeling sick and injured after seeing the romance of the Eagle and Nindya who welcomed her arrival downstairs.

"God? You are …."

Mayra held her cheek. Heat. The desire he held last night had still not subsided all, there was still an effect left in his body. And now the gods are fishing for him.

War-sang medicine? It was just Mayra's guess. He could not prove, although he was sure that his unusual body reaction must have been triggered by the orange juice he drank. Juices that may be contaminated by libido-enhancing drugs.

For a lifetime, Mayra never felt her passion overflow quickly and misplaced. It was hard to control and tortured him for hours. If the effect of the drug is up to 24 hours as he read on the internet last night .. die him now!

"Darling .. I'm just kissing the cheek," the Lord replied showing off his alluring smile.

"What did you say? Repeat it!"

The god held Mayra's jaw with both hands then lowered his head to kiss her lips gently, smack for a while, then took off after a small bite and pulled Mayra's lower lip in a fit of anxiety. No more than ten seconds.

"Udah! Still want to repeat?"

Mayra sneered, taking off the hand of the God who framed her face, "That's not what's repeated!"

"Well what truss?" The gods chuckled amusedly.

Mayra was irritated, "What did you call me?"

"Oh that ...," said the God of crybaby. "Call dear. Wh why? Can't you?"

Mayra shook her head, “You didn't go to college?”

The right way to avoid answering questions is to throw in questions that do not fit the topic. Mayra honestly liked the god to call her that, but it wasn't on time. Such a sweet call only further made his passion overflow.

“Later two o'clock collect tasks, will ngalkir first! Come on in, my drawing table is in my room!”

"In the room?"

Mayra remained silent on the spot, until the Gods were impatient and pulled her hand to enter her private room. “You want to go to campus now huh?”

“I didn't go to college today, no one was bullied on campus. Tomorrow perhaps, the initial guidance of the thesis!”

In addition to nothing done on campus, Mayra is also reluctant to meet Tony. Angry because the young man who had just been trusted was instead trapping him with a pot-enhancing drink. If last night she was staying at Tony's place, Mayra sure must have returned home in a condition that is no longer a virgin.

But is it really what did all that Tony? Mayra didn't see Tony touch his glass one bit. Is it ethical for Mayra to directly accuse her own boyfriend of doing such despicable things?

Maybe Mayra needs to ask directly, as well as test Tony's honesty. But not today, Mayra is still upset, angry and also disappointed!

“Then that means I can take pictures, right? Instead of going home alone, why? Mending here.”

“Iya deh,” Mayra followed Dewa in the room. The door was left wide open so that Mayra felt safe and comfortable.

"If you need a drink grab yourself, baby! I want a picture now" said the Lord, putting tracing paper on the drawing table.

"Ish, hold on dear!" Mayra was standing not far from the drawing table.

The god turned towards the pouting Mayra, raised both eyebrows in turn, then in a rancid style replied, "Well I do love you!"

"Morning still, Wa! Not most of the zombies?" mayra protest.

"So, what time can I get you together?" god asked without looking at Mayra, focusing on the tracing paper that began to fit neatly on the drawing table.

"Later four o'clock in the afternoon!" mayra replied, her eyes did not stop observing the deity who deftly prepared the needs of the picture.

Damn, the God who is in a jar and seriously holds the rapido and ready to draw looks very cool and so extra handsome.

"You think I keep, love later!"

"That's so bad!!"

Mayra was embarrassed to be caught observing the gods. "What's? Motorcycle magazine?"

"There are some fantasy novels!"

"Yes, I want to read, but .. You wear dong!" Mayra walked towards the study table that became one with a bookshelf.

"Who's going to see it? Ambilin t-shirt that way!"

Mayra turned her head, looking at the back of the God in disbelief. This guy told him to open the closet? Chose clothes? Why does it feel like such a thing is too personal?

"In the closet?"

"Well, time in the clothesline?"

"Color?"

"As far as you! Choose one that can raise my anxiety by 1000%!"

"You are handsome!" puji Mayra's. Suddenly deg-degan and rippled just because he claimed that the Gods are also full of charm.

"Bring born!"

"Narshish, uh!"

"But free handsome if you don't like me!"

"What the hell are you?"

Mayra was fixated, God did not look at her at all. Still busy with drawing activities, but the sentence can really make Mayra smile.

Who says Mayra doesn't like Gods? Today the feeling of wanting to be close to God seemed unbearable, and the shorts hanging low on the young man's hip seemed to provoke the feeling of wanting to be close.

Such a God appearance made the atmosphere hot. Mayra really wants to take down the damn pants in order to see directly the buttocks that occasionally wait because they have to adjust the body to the drawing table.

"Where's the shirt? He said I don't wear clothes!" This time the God turned around, put a rapido pen and came to Mayra who still had not found a shirt for her.

"I-yes ben-tar, this is just about to be taken!" Mayra stuttered and immediately opened the God's wardrobe.

The god raised his eyebrows, he forgot that Mayra might still be under the influence of a passion-enhancing drug. The girl looked at him constantly like a fool.

The god approached and stood in front of Mayra who was misbehaving, tidying up Mayra's hair and tucking into her ears, "You why else? Still dizzy?"

Mayra shook her head while smiling stiffly, "No, it's good enough!"

"Aren't you sleeping?"

"But sleep!"

The god turned his head towards the bed, "Sleep, I won't interrupt, later after gathering our errands for a walk!"

Mayra responded enthusiastically, "Where?"

"Dating!"

"Dating?" mayra asked skeptically.

"Yes a normal date, let's be like a date! Wants, right?"

"okay!" Mayra nodded tormented. His mind wanted a God, but it seemed that the young man was not interested in him. "Oh yeah I actually want to tell you something!"

"What?" ask God.

"The juice I drank at the cafe last night, it seemed to be mixed with something. I feel so weird and weird!" Mayra did not continue anymore, but looked at the God with a glare. "I don't think the effect has completely disappeared! It still feels hot and not good on the body! You know what I drink?"

"Corrus juice!" the Lord pretended not to understand. "You said you didn't drink anything else!"

"Well, I'm still hot!"

"Oh …!" The god smiled at a glance, went to close the door of the room and then turned on the air conditioner. "It's still hot?"

Mayra finally giggles, "God .. your real shot! Sebel, uh!"

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