Hope
I can still feel the heat of his lips covering mine, the soft yet commanding swipe of his tongue, the firm palms of his hands as he anchored me to him.
That kiss had rocked me to my core.
I don’t know what scared me more—how much I liked it, or that I didn’t want to stop.
My body remembered him, called to him, longed for him. Every cell woke up when Keith touched me, like I was the answer to his yearning. And under all that heat and confusion, that desires and fears, I felt the snap. That invisible bond I'd worked so hard to suppress, to prevent, flared to life the first root bursting from a seed.
I should’ve fought harder.
I should’ve known better.
I should have put more distance between us and never stepped into his car.
Instead, I let my guard down. Just for a second.
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