Diary Drabble: Taste

Did I laugh too loud? Was I too quick to answer? Did every word I said sound as stupid out loud as it now does in my head?

His lips are still bruised from his kisses, and he can still taste his smile. His skin hums in memory of the brush of his palms over his back. It was a perfect moment. But what happens now?

His phone buzzes on the nightstand. He snatches it up in hope. His heart thrums and his breath catches, rereading his message.

“Can’t sleep. Can’t stop thinking about you. When can I...