MADISON
It can’t be true
I’m about to pass him by and go home when he grabs me in so fast a move, I don’t notice. He takes my face between his hands and kisses me, a sweet and chaste kiss, incredible in its pureness. He then follows with another and I drift into the most intense kiss he’s ever received. I reciprocate with the same indecent intensity. He digs his nails into my flesh as he’s never done before.
God, make him stop. But he doesn’t.
And I let him do it because I’m his trigger.
He goes up my back with one hand, with the other firmly behind my neck.
He slips under my shirt reaching for my breasts.
My head starts to spin hard. I don’t know how he can handle all the anger he’s carrying right now and show so much self-control here.
I still can’t comprehend how a guy so
