GRETA:
Wine and mint. Silk and sweet.
It is all he tastes like. I want to push him away and yell at him to stop. I want to tell him that Kylian is the only one I care about. But why does this kiss feel so wrong and yet...so right?
Why does his breath fanning against my cheek have my emotions on overdrive? Why does his fingers on my skin and in my hair feel so terribly good?
And why, why can't I think straight anymore?
My brain is fuzzy, like a wire has been unplugged from a part of my brain, leaving me to have no sense of individuality.
Klaus kisses like it's going to be his last time. Like he's in a competition so he has to give his best and make sure he does it perfectly.
He's so perfect. The way his lips glide against mine, the way he sticks out his tongue so I get to suck on
