It started as an innocent kiss. One of brief nature and casual feeling. It was nothing. It felt like nothing.
We both knew that. I thought we knew that.
Yet, somehow, I've ended up on his bed, his body hovering over mine, lips suffocating my breath. He grip my wrists above my head as his mouth trails over my skin.
"Avery, I'm beginning to think you're my very own poison," Jameson whispers against my neck, "And you're killing me, but I can't stop because you taste too delicious."
Shivers.
"Am I supposed to apologize?" I murmur. He laughs, the sound dark and breathless.
"No," He kisses my jaw, nuzzling his nose into the soft skin there, "I'd rather be addicted to you than anything else."
I close my eyes, enjoying his soft breath and overpowering smell of expensive cologne. He kisses me once more before rolling off me, draping a blanket over my half naked body. My hands shake from the adrenaline of his love, but I find it very simple to fall into a rhythmic sleep.
