“Did you…want me to let go?” I should lie. I should absolutely lie because whatever this is, it’s foolish and dangerous and irresponsible. But whatever this is, it’s so damn intoxicating that I can’t. “No.” “I’m sorry,” he breathes, not kissing, but letting his lips brush mine with his words for a beautiful almost-kiss. “I won’t let go next time.”
giggling & kicking my feet
