A shiver rushes down my spine and, unlike most times, warmth pools in my abdomen. It somehow feels as if he knows that he has this strange hold over my body and mind and instead of taking the hint, he dives deeper and deeper into our kiss. It's not long after that my protests grow weak and die. My fingers sink into his chest and I am entirely dedicated to this strange kiss. It was sloppy and it only reminded me of a first kiss. That kind you experience in high school. But it was filled with passion and desire. Not just lust. It was strangely sincere and innocent.
Even the way his hands find their way to my hips and he grips them tightly and then pulls them away and wraps his arms around me reminds me of a young love.
My mind is mush. My knees are too and yet, I still find the strength to
