It was a night in late August, we were playing board games and it was storming out. I playfully shoved him, and he shoved me back, hooking one arm around my waist so I couldn't fall down. His face was close to mine, and we began to lean in towards each other, an uncontrollable magnetic force pushing us closer, and closer, until our lips touched. I don't normally kiss him on the lips, but I did last night, and it was soft and sensual. He melted into me and I wanted to taste his lips, his tongue, I was French kissing him with the passion that I thought was well in my past, but now it's here, and I feel truly alive. I felt young and awake, and scared, and then-- he laid me down on the floor and my conscious got the better of me. I stopped it. "Wait...please."
Featuring: Alexis Fawx, Tyler Nixon
