“What do I taste like now?” I ask, my voice a little sore from the minutes I've spent silently tasting every inch of his mouth.

“Fucking euphoric,” he tells me.

I nod, taking the opportunity to escape while his guard is down, my fingers to my lips as I walk away, silently screaming in my head. I can not believe that the first peaceful conversation I've had with him was with our tongues entwined.

I'm quick to proceed to my room, shutting the door behind me and screaming aloud ...