might be fucking stupid for admitting this,” he mutters against my mouth, placing one last peck on my swollen lips. “But I really hope you’re sober enough to remember this tomorrow.” My heart is still hammering in my chest at double time, and I manage to rasp out a soft, “Why?” His lips and teeth leave a searing path on my skin as he kisses and nips his way to my ear. “Because we’ve barely stopped, and I already wanna do that all over again. And again. And again.”
