It feels right.
It feels so right.
Her lips on mine is heaven and hell. Hot and cold in all the right places. I could do this forever.
Suddenly, I am not upright. I am no longer steady on my feet.
My knees knock together and my ankles bend at an awkward angle. I groan in pain before my chest is forced away from Hanna and I am sent flying back. I land with a thud.
What the hell?
My eyes lock with Hanna and I realize she is the one who shoved me backwards and knocked me off my feet. Damn, she's good.
The gun is pointed at my face once more. s**t. My lack of progress is disappointing. I open my mouth to protest but she beats me to it.
"You," She seethes. "You piece of shit."
I've been called worse.
But somehow, this statement is exceptionally painful.
"No, Hanna. Listen-"
