The first time,
it’s always a mystery
I can hear his heart pounding against mine as I push him away, far from the door. It gets faster, I can feel it, I sense the desire moving it and blocking it all at once. It’s the same desire pushing to keep still at the door, even though I want to get out of here.
The sudden touch of his soft lips and of his tongue against the gap between mine, still closed, immediately makes me open my mouth in need of more.
I swallow hard, unable to speak, my brain blacking out again and I’m only sorry because, probably, I won’t remember anything of what’s going to happen.
It’s now clearer to me that Chris is wearing a mask of arrogant indifference, behind which, in truth, is a guy who knows how to be kind and caring.
“Tell me what you want, Madison, because
