Kingston
I kissed her.
Not gentle. Not careful.
It was everything I’d held back. Everything I’d denied myself. I poured it all into her lips: my agony, my hunger, my love.
She gasped against my mouth, her hands finding my chest, then curling into my shirt.
She kissed me back with a force that nearly buckled my knees.
It wasn’t enough.
I lifted her, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as I pressed her hard into the wall. She moaned softly at the pressure I applied, and I swallowed the sound like it was oxygen. My hands roamed her legs, her waist, gripping her like I was afraid she might disappear.
We stumbled deeper into her apartment, not breaking the kiss once. She pulled at my jacket, and I tugged at her blouse, both of us shedding our clothes and the past with ev
