Zane

I was kissing her again.

It was becoming a thing, just like casual hand holding, or touching her, my lips had this insane mad desire to taste hers - and I watched myself, the self-control, the insecurity of people using me for their own selfish reasons, slowly slip away with each piece of myself I gave - each piece she took.

Because that's what kissing was.

Personal.

Intimate.

A very real way to share your feelings about someone without ...