My mind was going haywire.
Elio kissed me last night.
Elio Pavlov, my best friend since freshman year, kissed me last night despite having a fuckin' girlfriend.
And I was a dumb s**t for kissing him back.
The moment his lips met mine was magical. Never in my wildest fantasies involved something so hot yet so tender at the same time.
Something about it was familiar. Almost like I already kissed him in my dreams before and it felt exactly like the way he kissed me last night. Soft, hungry, delicate. If it was possible to crave something so bad, much more than I crave a strawberry juice pouch, it was his kiss that I never want not to be readily available for me.
But Elio was an impossible hair to get out of the drain. The one that had already tangled around the holes so you need to cu
