He makes it so easy to love him and he makes me so unafraid to be loved, but right now, kissing him feels like he’s pleading for me not to leave, which I can’t promise. He clutches my shirt and pulls me tight against his body. I run my hands up his chest, tracing the tattoos I know are underneath his shirt, and bite down on his lip in the way that makes him sigh and hold me tighter.
