Honest

seven

M-master? Is he out of his mind?

“You're crazy,” I seethe, pushing him away.

I just wanted to mourn my relationship in peace. How did I get tangled with this lunatic?

“Little One,” He whispered, pulling me in close to him. My heart pounds.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

There are so many people around, but it's like we're alone, tucked in a corner of the universe where no one else exists.

He starts leaning toward me. I swallow roughly, because what the hell do I do? Do I kiss back? Do I push him away? What if there's glitter on my face, and he just wants to wipe it away, and I lean in like an i***t?

His lips find mine, soft and warm. Mesmerized, I lean into the tender kiss. Our lips collide beautifully, sweetly, until somehow, we're grabbing at each other, ravaging one another, unable to get enough to be satisfied.

Cherries and alcohol fill my mouth, indulging my taste buds. Irish Spring fills my nose.

He groans in my mouth pushing me up against the wall. His hand rests beside my head as he mercilessly attacks my lips. I fall into him, into his kiss.

It feels never ending, like a black hole, I keep falling, falling. But then I have to breathe. He pulls away, eyes hooding, chest heaving.

We're both panting now. I think he meant for a soft kiss. That's not what that was. Remanents of the electricity between us crackled, as he peered at me through his thick, black lashes.

His eyes glowed, sparking.

I can't deny one thing. We have chemistry. Not the high school lab kind, either. Explosions, gasoline fire burning the darkness away.

I kissed the criminal. Oh God. What's wrong with me. I look away, wanting to fade away, wanting to pull him in again, wanting to...

“Don't shrink away from me,” He demanded gutturally, “It's okay,” He coaxed in that baritone voice of his. “Kiss me.”

Is it okay? Is it okay to kiss him? Is it okay to like it? Is it okay he sought me out to have s*x with me?

Is any of this okay?

He licks his lips, his eyes on mine, andding a hoarse, “Please."

And that does it. The noise is filtered out as I slowly slide my hand in his hair, pulling him close. We're in that pocket of space and time again, just us. It's silent and still, as our lips come together once more.

This time it's soft, sweet, chasye. I pull away. Forcing my eyes open. He's staring at me, and a second passes, before I'm drowning in Irish Spring again.

He's devouring me, and devouring him, nothing of us left in that little space we exist in when our lips touch.

Ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dum

My heart might explode at this rate, he's driving me up a wall literally, discontent with the space between us.

We rip apart, violent as the chemistry we share. He pressed his forehead against mine.

“I'm gonna take you home with me tonight,” He says gruffly. He clears his throat.

I bite my tender lip. “Okay,” I whisper.