ALMA

The kiss was urgent, and rough, speaking of all the restraint I thought it had left in me. He grabbed me, tight, unapologetically exploring my mouth with his, his arms resting on the small of my back.

I was breathless. Every whiff of air I managed to exhale had a hint of Carl in it and I reveled there, feeling my heart thump against it like it was about to tear its way out. Jeez. I missed this.

I missed what he tasted like. I couldn't wait to get out of these clothes and feel him ...