Why?

             It
completely threw me off guard. He kissed me softly, hesitantly. Morgan no, I
said to myself. Tell him fuck no. He had followed the rules since I set them. I
was forced to follow them.

            “Crossover,” I whispered. “Mathew,
damn you...”

            He kissed me again before I could
get anything else out. I kissed him back. I could taste the beer and the
marijuana. I didn’t want to kiss him and I wanted to kiss him. Stop. I wanted
him to stop, and not to stop. Why,
why, why, kept
flashing in my head. No mixed messages, we'd agreed. His tongue was deep in my
mouth and his hands were roaming over my body. When he stopped kissing me my
eyes had adjusted to the darkness. I could make out his face, he could read my
confusion. He put his finger to my lips.

            “Kid, go with me,” he whispered.





Boy in a Band--a new adult novel                Lisa Loomis                             On Amazon