front of his shirt, and I leant into him a little. I didn’t mov into him completely because something told me that the is wasn’t like the others. He wasn’t like the others.
My lips stopped, when his hangs were in my hair. But I did as I promised… I didn’t punch him. Because like before, his touch brought with it a calm and not a madness.
There was swell of sensations growing and perking their head up. My stomach, the hum over my skin, the tingle over my lips. All feeding -