Until Tomorrow Comes

by Mikayla Christy

This time when I break away for air, his lips don’t leave me. They trail along my jaw, before stopping briefly at the sensitive spot behind my ear. Disappointment fills me as he skips over my neck, but that is immediately replaced by heat as he places hot kisses on my shoulder where the collar of my shirt has slipped to the side. Jackson seems to notice everything, even when I think he’s not paying attention. So it didn’t surprise me last week when he noticed my silent discomfort at the idea of him touching my neck. The memory of Zack’s hands there had flashed through my mind so quickly, my body reacted on its own. Instead of stopping or calling me out, Jackson adjusted his path and didn’t push me on it. Now though, all I want is for him to touch and kiss me everywhere. To replace all thoughts and memories that Zack left behind. Only it’s more than that. I don’t want him to touch me just to erase those thoughts, I simply want more of him and the way he makes me feel.