Hendrix

by Kelsey Clayton

I'm out of line, I know, but there's so much adrenaline coursing through my body that I can't even reason with myself. “I'm not jealous.” “No?” He smirks and steps closer. “Then look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't wish for a second that it was you I was flirting with.” My mouth opens and I try to say it, but I can't. I groan in frustration and step backward. “Do you think I want to feel like this? That I want to be afraid of letting my guard down with you? Dammit, Colby, I would do anything to take the way it felt when you left and erase it from my memory. It changed me in ways you can’t even begin to comprehend. So, fuck you very much.” I stop and take a deep breath, feeling all my vulnerability rushing to the surface. “But fuck me for still loving you anyway.” His expression softens, and in one swift move, he grabs the back of my neck and presses his lips to mine for the first time in almost seven years.