Elisa Muse
When Leon unhooked my bra, my entire world shifted its axis. The feeling, the excitement, the anticipation of what could come was something I had never experienced, not even with Noah. Noah and I engaged in very intense kissing and some touching over the clothes, nothing skin-to-skin. I realize now that Noah's touch was the touch of a boy five years ago, and Leon's was the touch of a man. A man capable of making me forget every promise I have made and enticing me to the end of perdition. He was dangerous, very, very dangerous.
Some people say that the bell saved them; in my case, I was saved by the boiling pasta. I don't know where it would be if that pasta didn't spill the water all over the stove, breaking our moment and allowing us to rethink our actions.
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