Stay with me

And I shut him up with my mouth against his.

As soon as our lips met, we caught fire, and a sort of frenzy took us over. His tongue danced along my lips before slipping inside, injecting me with life. I was sober, but he became my drug and dose of medicine wrapped up in one tall and beautiful, tattooed pill. His other hand found my face as he pushed his torso against me, and the desk slammed against the wall. Each swipe of his tongue was more sensual, every catch of the lips was more determined, and every touch of his fingers satisfied every need I hurt for.

He became my oxygen, stealing my breath only to return it. My lifeline. And just when I thought the pieces of me were finally coming back together, he pulled away to leave me breathless. Ollie pressed his forehead to mine, struggling with his promise to leave on his ruined lips. The tempo in his breathing steadied, and I shut my eyes as he kissed my forehead.

“Don’t ever kiss another before my eyes again,” he stated before his hands left me.

The sound of the door closing caused me to flinch, and when I opened my eyes again, he was gone.