Twenty-Eight
Mia Kenny kissed me, hard, demanding. My skin was scorched as he kissed down my jaw and neck and made his way back to my mouth. His tongue and lips moved with mine. It was so much like those in the beginning. When it was fun and exciting. But something happened to change that. I couldn’t remember, couldn’t figure out why kissing him back seemed so wrong. Wasn’t there someone else? Someone else I would much rather be kissing. Someone who loved me. Truly loved me. He tugged at my clothes, pulling my shirt up over my head. It was then, when I felt exposed and vulnerable, that I remembered. “Pierce!” I screamed his name, wanting to vomit, to burn my skin where Kenny had touched me. That’s when he got mad. Furious. I struggled against him
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