somehow salvage what remained of our friendship. If there was anything left of it after he’d run away from me like a criminal fleeing the scene of a crime. Fucking mugger. He’d stolen something far more valuable than my phone or my wallet. He’d stolen my fucking senses with that kiss. No one had ever kissed me like that before. Like they needed me to breathe. Like they’d die without my mouth on theirs. I doubted I’d ever have a kiss like that again.
