onsdag 20 mars 2013

When inspiration strikes, part 2

My eyes darted from his eyes to his lips as he almost in slow motion licked them. Oh my god. Moist lips on that perfect mouth. I did't really think at all. Just closed what little space was still between us and put my mouth on top of those perfect lips.
He didn't hestitate in the slightest before he took my arm, the one he still held in a firm grip at the wrist, and wrapped it around his waist at the same time as his other hand came up to my neck and drove my face closer to his.

(Synd bara att det inte är det jag ska skriva till skolan som jag får inspiration till...)