Him swiping my breakfast gave me the same gut-wrenching feeling as his kiss between my shoulder blades did, or his hand against my crown, cushioning the blow of the headboard. Gentle. Thoughtful. Intimate. All my reservations about being here rise to the surface, and suddenly, I need air that doesn’t taste like a…boyfriend.
STOP IT I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE YELLED AT A GIRL LIKE THIS
