Life’s Like That. As We Grow And

My Nails Dug Into His Back, And He Trailed His Lips Down The Edge Of My Chin, Down The Center Of My Neck. He Kept Going Until He Reached The Bottom Of The Dress’s V-neck. I Let Out A Small Gasp, And He Kissed All Around The Neckline, Just Enough To Tease.

You…you Got Rid Of That Dress Fast," I Pointed Out Between Heavy Breaths. "i Thought You Liked It." "i Do Like It," He Said. His Breathing Was As Heavy As Mine. "i Love It." And Then He Took Me To The Bed.

Come On! Don't Hold Back," Christian Said. "i'm Not, " Lissa Protested. "you Are Too! I've Seen You Knock On A Door Harder Than You're Hitting Me. " "that's A Ridiculous Metaphor. " "and, " He Added, "you Aren't Aiming For My Face. " "i Don't Want To Leave A Mark!" "well, At The Rate We're Going, There's No Danger Of That, " He Muttered

I Steeled Myself For The Next Response. I Knew It Was Going To Be One Of The Zen Life Lessons. [...] Instead He Kissed Me.

Longing Surged Up Within Me. I Wanted It. Oh God, I Wanted It. I Didn't Want To Hear Jerome Chastise Me For My "all Lowlifes, All The Time" Seduction Policy. I Wanted To Come Home And Tell Someone About My Day. I Wanted To Go Out Dancing On The Weekends. I Wanted To Take Vacations Together. I Wanted Someone To Hold Me When I Was Upset, When The Ups And Downs Of The World Pushed Me Too Far. I Wanted Someone To Love.