Diana
I sat on the window ledge and used the morning breeze to cool my thoughts. The cold slab beneath me bit into my thighs and kept me painfully aware of what was going on.
Of my reality.
I couldn’t get it out of my head—his possessive, dominant kiss.
He was rough and demanding, and it would have been nice if he had done it because he wanted to.
No.
He did it because he had to. Something about that didn’t sit right with me – it made me angry, even.
I was saving my first kiss for bliss – for a moment of pure affection, one where I was truly liberated from all my oppression.
And he stole that moment from me.
He gave me one unforgettable but for the completely wrong reasons.
Now, I would have the moment of my first kiss in the face of adversary, confusion…and hopelessness.
“f**k
