IT STILL LINGERS in my head. His sweet, gentle kisses on my lips and soft touches on my skin, like I am some sort of fragile object that he doesn’t want to damage. The smile on his lips as he breaks away from the kiss while his eyes stare at me so adoringly. It’s melting.
His hand went to my back and helped me raise myself up from the couch. I looked down, feeling shy and lacking much courage to face him after those deep kisses we both shared. The fact that he left his mark on my neck, that will surely last for a day or longer. I definitely need to cover it up with a concealer.
I flinched when I felt his cold hand gently touch my neck as a heavy exhale escaped my lips. He traces down the mark he left there with a satisfied smile on his lips as if he did something so right this time, whil
