It comes out strong, 'cause I need it to be.
'Cause saying it out loud might make it true.
Two navy eyes find me in the dark
as his palm slides down my side... to my hip.
He pulls me closer, pinning my pelvis to his.
I feel the shape of his cock press against me.
It makes my lungs forget how to function.
And when I rake my nails across his scalp,
his next breath stumbles,
his eyes fluttering, half-lidded.
He sinks into it,
his mouth parting against mine.
Not kissing, just breath and lips grazing.
His eyes flick down.
To my mouth.
To my throat.
Back to my mouth,
then he brushes his lips across mine again.
“You let me kiss you right now?
“If I do it?—
“I mean really fuckin’ kiss you?
“That’s it. I’m gone.”
My breathing deepens,
all the words I want to say
clogging in my throat.
And I want him to kiss me.
God—I want him to fucking kiss me.
But right before I melt into his lips, I tense up.
'Cause I can’t let him.
It wouldn’t be fair to him.
