LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK
he said softly.
"Tell me I don't make your heart race, I'll let you go," I hesitated, fighting the words in my mind.
"Tell me you don't feel like kissing me right now... tell me... tell me you don't want my hand right here," he touched my face, near my jaw. Leaning in, he continued, "Tell me you hate me... tell me to stop..." and he kissed me passionately, captivating me with his charm. My bag slipped from my grasp. He took my right hand around his neck and then the other, all while still kissing me. It had been a long time since I felt that way. When his hand landed on my lower back, I felt the wrong message. I broke away from the moment and pushed him back.