AMARIS
I had no self respect. I had always kept a moral high ground because I was still a virgin at my early twenties but right now, I knew I had little to no moral.
His tongue pushed past my lips demanding entrance and I gave it to him, opening for him while his hands fisted in my hair to hold me exactly where he wanted me.
He kissed me like he was trying to devour me whole, like he could consume every thought and protest and bit of resistance I had left through this one connection. His tongue stroked against mine, deep and claiming, tasting every corner of my mouth until I forgot how to breathe properly.
Every nerve in my body weakened to his touch as I dissolved in his mouth even though I knew I should be pushing him away.
Should have been remembering all the reasons this was wrong, all the ways this would blow up in my face, all the consequences waiting for us if anyone found out.
