I Confessed To The Wrong Twin
No attachments, no strings, anything to fucking distract me.
But as I’m pushing into her, instead of focusing on the girl in front of me, the taste of Jami when I completely devoured her mouth…she was sweet, innocent, and totally untamed. It was a completely different kind of high, and strangely, that exact taste won't leave my mind. It's like it's stained into my lips.
I let out a low groan, forcing myself to finish fast just to get the thoughts out of my head.
Once it's over, the girl fixes her makeup and zips up her dress, smiling like she just won a prize. I slide back out to the main booth, grabbing a fresh glass of alcohol to wash the weird feeling away.