Z A I S H A

Before I could react, he smashed his lips against mine.

Harder. Knocking the air right out of my lungs as my fingers tightened against him, the water still pouring over us.

He sucked on my lips like he couldn’t breathe without them—like he was taking in air, desperate… consuming… as if I was the only thing keeping him alive. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening against him as he kept going, slower… deeper… drawing everything out of me until I felt lightheaded beneath him.

And then he finally pulled away leaving behind a stinging ache, like a sweet, intoxicating assault that made my lips tremble slightly. My breath came out uneven as his thumb came up slowly, brushing across my swollen lips, tracing the place he had just left, his touch softer now… deliberate… almost possessive.

He leaned closer.