Jan 15
Each shaky breath was emphasized against Kitty's mouth. They were so close; a still image of anticipation. He was terrified with how badly he wanted it. To be kissed would mean to be chosen, as much as it would mean to be caught. The adrenaline did not know what to do with itself, inside of his fragile heart.
He hopes she will like it, he hopes he'll be a good kisser, he hopes it will be good enough that she'll want to do it again and again and again. Forever.
God how humiliating it is to need, so deeply. Twice as much to fear your own wants.