The kiss I tried to erase from my memory is now alive and better than I thought it was. His mouth moves from one side to the other to get the kiss to go deeper, his hand now cupping my ass as I arch my back into him. I should stop this. I should push him away. I should do a lot of things, but what I don’t do is that. Instead, my hands go to the hem of his shirt as I push it up so I can feel the heat of his skin.
