Two years ago, when Reed Roman Jackson kissed me for the first and only time, the sky broke into pieces and scattered around us in raindrops. The same thing is happening right now and it’s a shock to my body.
It’s a shock to his body too but he doesn’t take his mouth off like he did that time, and I thank God for that. I wasn’t about to give him up. I can’t. Not yet.
And it looks like he doesn’t want to give me up either.
He doesn’t want to let go of my mouth, so he keeps kissing me.
Although the rest of the things, he does them exactly as before.
Last time, he picked me up from the ground and cradled the back of my head. He made me take shelter in his big body before he carried me to his Mustang to protect me from the rain.
This time too he does all of that.
He picks me up and my thighs go around his waist. He cradles the back of my head but only to press our mouths closer and I wind my arms around his neck only so I can let him.
Still kissing, he takes me over to his Mustang.
And God, I’m going to start crying.
I’m going to start sobbing because he’s still doing it, isn’t he?
He’s stillprotectingme.
After all the things I said to him just now. After how I’ve angered him and hurt him and invoked his jealousy and violence, he’s still taking care of me, and my heart squeezes in my chest.
My heart cries for him. For this guy who has a penchant for acting like a hero when he’s the villain.
Why does he do this though?
Why does he make me hurt for him? AndJesus Christwhy does he taste so good?
Why does he taste like something I want to eat and consume and drink for the rest of my life?
Because he does and I missed it.
I missed his taste.
You’d think that a guy like him would taste spicy and tangy, but no. He tastes like my favorite dessert.
He tastes like cupcakes.
He tastes sweet and sugary and rich. So addictive, so toxic for my broken ballerina heart.
So injurious.
But fuck it.
Fuck it because I’m going to taste him tonight and I’m going to curse and open my mouth over his so he can taste me as well.
So he can taste me as much as he likes.
I let him eat me, eat my mouth. Bite at it, nip and lick and suck. Everything that he wants to do to me as he carries me to shelter in the pouring rain.
And with the grace of the athlete that he is, he opens the door and bends down to deposit me inside his car. And yes, we have to break apart for that to happen but the separation only lasts liketwo seconds before he’s inside the car too and like the last time, I hurry over to straddle his lap.
And then we’re back at it.
He’s back at kissing me, grabbing my jaw to deepen the angle, and I’m back at kissing him too as I fist his hair, rub my fingers over his stubble that feels so smooth to touch but irritates the life out of him.
