*Johnny*
Watching her go, I knot my hands into fists to stop myself from reaching for her. The parting should have been easy. Instead, I want to secrete her away.
I wonder why I blathered on about the various types of kisses. Naturally, she inquired about the farewell one. If I have ever given one. I almost told her, fairly longed to tell her the truth.
But speaking of it would leave a bitter taste in my mouth when I’m still savoring the flavor of her.
Then she asks if I have bestowed upon her a farewell kiss. I should have claimed I had, so we would both know that we are done. Yet I’m unable to bring myself to do it. As it is, I feel as though the business between us is decidedly unfinished. She makes me yearn to be wicked, to do what I have never done before.
I think about asking he
