I don’t get to finish because he gets me to do exactly what he wants: I shut up. I don’t make a single sound when he kisses me—whether in shock, disgust, confusion, or a wave of lust, I stay completely still. Until I don’t. It doesn’t matter how much I yell at myself to stop, to pull back and spit in his face; my lips keep moving with his.
AHHHHHH FIRST KISS
