Kissing Danger
This time though, he isn't so gentle, kissing and sucking in one spot, not stopping until I push at his chest, realising his intentions.
He tears away from me, half wild, the suggestive smile on his face making my heart flutter. I slide off the counter, whirling around to examine myself in the mirror. Sure enough, a deep red mark blossoms below my neck.
"This..." he sounds half breathless, meeting my gaze in the mirror, leaning forward to tap at the mark at my collarbone. "Its so tomorrow, you can't avoid speaking to me about tonight."
I don't know what to say. It's as if I've forgotten how to communicate.