SWEET SPOT
I melted into him, my hands clutching his shirt tightly as our bodies pressed closer.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. I gasped softly into his mouth as he held me up, my arms looping around his neck. The kiss grew even deeper. It was wet, passionate, and full of longing. His hands squeezed my thighs, holding me securely as he walked a few steps, pressing my back against the wall.
Then he winced sharply, a small sound of pain escaping him.
I pulled back immediately, breathing hard. “Your wound…”