Sequel: I'll Never Look Back. ›
Ouch. I Think I Love You.
I MUST be drunk!
He is driving me insane. I swear to God this can't be healthy. We are in the attic just chatting, well me and angel-boy are, the others may as well be having sex, when suddenly he leans over me, hair flopping over his face, and starts kissing me really hard, and slowing inching his hand up my tee shirt. I groan into the darkness.
"Wow! I must be drunk!" His words sound a little insulting, I must admit, but maybe only because he has stopped kissing me.
"What?" I mumble, wanting his mouth on mine again. He explains that he wouldn't do that if he was told to unless he was drunk.
(Please start kissing me again.)
He seems to have heard my thoughts, and goes back to kissing my neck, gently at first, but then with more hunger. He starts slipping his hand back up my shirt, where it should be.
Holy SHIT!
His hands are freezing! I don't care, it just surprised me. I lower one of my hands from his neck, down his back, and reaching his ass. Mmm, he has a nice ass! I think he might be unhooking my bra.
"Wow! I must be drunk!" His words sound a little insulting, I must admit, but maybe only because he has stopped kissing me.
"What?" I mumble, wanting his mouth on mine again. He explains that he wouldn't do that if he was told to unless he was drunk.
(Please start kissing me again.)
He seems to have heard my thoughts, and goes back to kissing my neck, gently at first, but then with more hunger. He starts slipping his hand back up my shirt, where it should be.
Holy SHIT!
His hands are freezing! I don't care, it just surprised me. I lower one of my hands from his neck, down his back, and reaching his ass. Mmm, he has a nice ass! I think he might be unhooking my bra.
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short and sweet, you know! comments, please!