CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
I’d tossed and turned in bed, unable to get any sleep. My finger wandered back to my lips for-- how many times was this again? The zillionth time ? I don't know.
My fingers traced the softness of my lips. It was still a bit swollen and tender from how rough Kieran had been. It didn’t matter how many warnings, and ceaze and desists I placed on myself mentally. I kept doing it.
Kieran had held my hand and dragged me out of the building and I didn’t complain as I sat in the car and he drove us back. We both were quiet, refusing to talk about what just happened.
We just f*****g kissed OMG
His kiss was nothing like Andrew’s. It was harsh and passionate and violent.
Just like him
Just like his basketball
It was a tornado laced with desperation and I was swimming in i
