I’m not sure who moves first but our mouths crash together. Her hands fist in my hair as our bodies collide. It’s messy. Hurried and frantic. But I swear nothing ever felt or tasted so good. She’s a mix of the taste I remember, some kind of unique sweetness that’s just her, and wine. A deep, smooth red. I wrap my fingers in her hair and force my lips to break from hers.
