I let out a small sigh as the moistness of his lips filled me, and as if under some sort of spell, I slowly opened up. He let out a small sigh of my name, a gesture that immediately made me melt into him, my hand resting on his chest.
His kisses were slow, and I could taste not just the bitter sweet perfection of his lips but the slightly salty taste of his tears.
I leaned even closer, determined to kiss those tears away. Even if he used me, even if I knew I was hanging on to my own feelings rather than the certainty of his, I wanted this.
I needed this. Pain and all.
He slowly broke the kiss, his eyes staying closed as he gently moved away from me. His lips slowly parted, and he looked up to me, his eyes dark and swirling with emotions we either couldn't name or were too scared to.
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