A stupid mistake
513 Words
As the kiss deepened, I felt a twirl of fear mixed with excitement. I was terrified that I might actually want him, that this spark of attraction could ignite something more. My mind raced. I thought of my boyfriend, the one I’d been with for a year and everything we had shared the laughter, the tears, the memories, the weight of my relationship, the commitment I had made, and the potential consequences of my action all swirled together, leaving me feeling torn and uncertain. His lips continued to dance with mine, the softness gradually giving way to a deeper, more sensual connection. The kiss grew more intense, our mouths exploring each other with a hunger that was both exhilarating and terrifying. I could feel the attraction between us building, the spark igniting into a flame that threatened to consume me. The kiss was no longer just a gentle brush of lips, but a passionate, s****l connection that was awakening desires I had never intended to explore.I was caught off guard, my first kiss escalating into something much more intimate. Before I could process what was happening, he had climbed on top of me, his lips devouring mine in a passionate kiss. His hands roamed my body, touching me in ways I'd never experienced before. I felt a surge of excitement mixed with fear as he squeezed my breast, my body responding with a will of its own. It was as if my body had betrayed me, reacting to his touch despite my mind's reservations. His eyes burned with an intense desire as he gazed at me, his voice low and husky as he whispered, "Your lips are sweet." The words sent shivers down my spine, his hunger and passion palpable, making my heart race with anticipation. He lay down beside me, his chest heaving with exertion, and asked in a husky voice, "Did you like it?" But before I could respond, my phone rang, shrill and insistent, breaking the tension. I hesitated for a moment before answering, grateful for the distraction. It was my friend on the other end, calling at the most opportune time.I stood up a little too fast, my legs unsteady beneath me, and grabbed my phone like it was a lifeline. My fingers fumbled over the screen, and I barely managed to mumble a half hearted excuse something vague about needing air, or maybe a phone call. I couldn’t even remember. All I knew was that I had to get away. Away from him. Away from the way he was looking at me like he saw right through me. Before something happened, something I wasn’t sure I was ready for. I turned on my heel and hurried down the hallway, trying not to break into a full sprint. My chest felt too tight, like the walls were closing in, like the air had gotten thinner somehow. My heart was thudding wildly, painfully, as though it was trying to beat its way out of my ribs. Every step I took made the panic swirl higher, threatening to break the surface.
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