forehead touches after the two of you have been kissing for what feels like hours. you're breathless, panting into each other's mouths. there's a drying trail of spit across your cheek but you can't even pretend to care.
not when the heat from his skin is seeping into yours. not when his hand grips your jaw so tightly—equal parts possessive and clingy. not when you see him take a deep breath, slowly beginning to close the distance between you again, already in desperate need of your lips on his once more.













