to my ear.
“Miss you enough to wish I never met you…
“Just so I couldstopfuckin’ missin’ you.”
His words slam into my chest,
fucking up my breathing,
my beating,
my being.
My spine grinds back into the wall,
bone scraping stone—desperate to feel anything other than these emotions invading me.
The ones making me want to collapse into him
and fuckingstaythere.
I bury my fingers in his hair,
tugging enough to guide,
sinking his head lower,
to my collarbone.
Then to the hollow at the base of my throat.
His hot lips open against it,
tongue swiping across the bone,
before pressing an open-mouth kiss
to the curve of my shoulder.
“Lower,” I breathe.
He follows,
slow, dragging
down the center of me
to my exposed sternum.
My nipples harden against the dress.
His mouth finds the spot beneath my ribs,
the tender place where all my breath lives.
I tangle my fingers in his hair,
tugging his head back until our eyes crash.
