Emma
I can’t think straight. And honestly- I'm not trying to. I let James kiss me, his heated body pressed against mine and my hands are still holding on to him. The kiss is frantic at first - fast and almost bruising. I will feel his touch all over me long after he is not touching me anymore. Then I let out a moan and James paused. It’s like he is afraid he might do something to me. James slows down the kiss and I relax into the now gentle touch.
James’ kisses are like himself. He can be passionate, and bruising and urgent. But he can also be gentle and slower. The slower he kisses me, however, the more I want him. James is the one who breaks the kiss first and pulls away from me. I open my eyes instantly, already missing him being close. His eyes are bright red but he is not trying t
