Sinful
My hands collide harshly with his chest, but it doesn't seem like this will do anything. Alexander doesn't react, if anything, he deepens the kiss, tilting his head to the side, while I remain dumbfounded, struggling to get a grasp on reality. Part of me wants to protest this, but at the same time, I almost melt against him. My knees feel weak, and my fingers sink into his shirt, holding on to the thought that this was nothing but another silly dream. He has been thinking of me... in what kind of f****d up reality would that be real? In what kind of reality would Alexander Callahan think of me? My protest dies, muffled by his lips, which breaks slowly, almost hesitant. Alexander doesn't pull away though. Instead, his body nears mine in a sway like motion, one of his hands remaining on m
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