WILLOW
It all happens so quickly. One second, I’m stepping out of the toilet. The next, Theo’s lips are on mine. What he’s doing isn’t a kiss. It’s punishment. A desperate attempt to check; if it’s truly over between us.
The fact that I haven’t pushed him away yet, he must view it as hope, because he moans in between kisses. He’s trying to push his tongue into my mouth when I push him away from me. Hard.
He stumbles backwards. He would have fallen if he didn’t reach for the store at the last second.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I yell. We’re both breathing hard, glaring at each other for different reasons. I’m mad at him for thinking he still has the right to do things like this. He must be mad because I had refused him.
“So it’s really over then?” he licks his lips, shaking
