Lets go of me.
She is fighting with herself as she walks up and down in front of me.
“Do you know what I am going to do?” she asks me.
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Say it.”
“You are going to kill him,” I say, and goosebumps spread over my arms.
“Yes,” she says. “I am going to kill the man who raped her. Abused her. Took her will to live. And you, you will be an accomplice to murder.”
“I know.
“I will break the rules. You will break the rules. We will break the rules.”
“I know,” I say. “I know all of it. And I told you, I won’t leave you alone.”
“Why would you do that for me? Why would you risk everything for me?”
“Because you are worth sacrificing everything else for,” I say, simple as that.
The backpack falls to the ground.
She takes two steps towards me.
Pushes me backward into the wall.
Her body pressing into me.
Her lips on mine.
Her hands grasp around me.
She kisses me in a way I have never been kissed.
Her kisses trail down my neck, to my chest,
Her desire takes my breath away.
She pushes up my shirt.
Rips down my bra.
Massages my breasts.
Kisses them.
Bites them.
I moan.
I want to feel her.
I grasp her by the belt.
Pull her into me.
