Ria
I believe the phrase that states that there is a thin line between love and hate. Because how do I explain how I went from despising someone to wanting to make out with them? I should have jumped out of the car the moment I saw him and none of this would have happened.
Leo and I are in this situation right now, I am sitting on the kitchen counter and he is in between my legs with his hands on each side of my hips.
Is this the alcohol working or do I really want to do this?
Before I realize it, Leo closes the little space left between us. I feel his warm lips on mine.
Fuck they feel so good.
His lips are smothering mine seeking entrance and I allow my lips to part because I want more of this kiss whether drunk or sober, I want Leo’s lips on mine. I have imagined this kiss all e
