Melissa
I wish the want i feel in his kisses was all for me and not for the crazy illusion I’ve spun, but I can’t stop.
I can’t stop this.
He smells of hard work and spicy tomato soup. He tastes like every dream I ever had.
It’s weird undressing him from tattered denim. It’s weird to feel the ridges of his chest under a plain black t-shirt.
He tugs my top over my head and unbuttons my jeans, and I step out of them as we leave the crystal room. The thick carpet on his landing is so familiar under my toes.
He kisses me again as he opens his bedroom door, and I have to pull away to comment on how beautiful it is in here.
He shushes me with his mouth, and his hands are on my face, in my hair, all over me.
My bra falls away, and my knickers slip down my thighs as I fumble with his belt.
