(Aaron)
My thoughts were a mess of static and chaos, and words would’ve only cheapened the way her touch scorched my skin.
So I let instinct take over.
She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in again, and I didn’t hesitate. I slammed my lips against here, pushing her to the wall, my fingers tangling into her hair to hold on.
Kissing me. She was kissing me.
"I know. Now stop blinking and kiss her back, you idiot."
She tasted like hell and heaven, and Goddess, I wanted more. More of everything. It was everything I had dreamed of, everything I never knew I wanted.
A kiss wasn't supposed to feel like this... like death and rebirth. Like sin and absolution.
Fu.ck.
My body came alive with her touch.
Her lips were soft but urgent, tasting like desperation and defiance. I kissed
