dragging me flush to him,
desperate to pull me inside him.
His kiss strips everything but skin?—
lips grazing, tasting, breathing me in.
I try not to feel.
I fail instantly.
Then I crack.
And I don’t know how to say it without shaking. “Don’t ask. Just… keep going,” I confess, heart like thunder.
His lips go still against mine,
his eyes opening slow,
breath trapped in his throat.
The craving for more haunts his face.
But I see the fear in his eyes,
theplease don’t regret me after tonight.
He’s terrified of fucking this up.
I’m just terrified.
I rake my fingers through his hair,
pull his mouth to mine.
Maybe if I kiss him hard enough,
I won’t pause long enough
for the past to catch up to me.
I won’t have to think
about what comes after.
The spiraling.
The vomiting.
The collapse.
I can leave
before the bad shit happens.
I know how.
Andrew doesn’t rush
