Jasmine
I can feel it; everything inside me is so heightened that my body doesn’t stop shaking. Our breathing is synced, fast and rapid, his fingers digging into my waist as his grip tightens possessively.
We’re pressed so tightly against each other, his intoxicating breath filling my lungs.
Pull away… Jasmine. Please!
My mind pleads with my body, but I don’t. I stay still until his lips almost touch mine.
He freezes, eyes widening as though he’s just recovering his senses.
It’s almost like he’s now thinking it through.
“Get off…” he says sharply, leaning back and pulling away.
My heart stops.
“But, your… you were…” I stutter, trying to peel myself off him. His fingers retract from my waist. His legs shift apart, creating enough space for him to push me away as though I’
