If he kissed her, I’m going to fucking lose my goddamn mind. I haven’t even tasted those lips. But that’s entirely on me. And even though I don’t want to admit it, I’m fucking regretful. I wish I knew what her mouth felt like on mine. I wish I knew what it felt like to hold her hand. To snuggle in and take a picture with her, but that emotional block is there. The one impeding me from going any further with her.
