The feeling of her lips on mine again was pure fire. It was like being deprived of oxygen for hours and then sucking it in straight. It’s the only thing I could think about for the rest of that day and all the next, even in the midst of everything we’re dealing with. But more than anything, it scared the hell out of me, because her kiss is intoxicating, and I know too well what it’s like to be addicted to her. The withdrawal is a bitch.
