Kissing Danger
In his hair, and then pressed against either side of his face, feeling the perfect angles of his face against my skin as he kisses me.
A half-desperate moan escapes me as he picks me up, resting me on the edge of the counter, centring himself between my legs.
There is no air left within me when he pulls away from my lips, pushing my head with his hand until the back of it is against the cool surface of the mirror, and he's kissing my neck again. 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.