Unfortunately, this is the end of Taste. You have no idea how much I've enjoyed writing this (definitely one of my favorites that I've written). This last chapter was written by Sophie way before this story was even started!
Enjoy and tell me your thoughts on the end of Taste!(:
He leaned forward and plastered his lips on mine in a sloppy, drunken kiss. I could smell the vodka on his breath from the stool I had been sitting on, but now I could taste it clearly, as if I had sipped from his shot glass. But there was something familiar, something niggling at the back of my alcohol-affected mind. It made me think of a man somewhat similar to the one attacking my mouth currently. The fleeting thought expanded, into sunlight and singing and pancakes and humming Beyoncé at each other aggressively when we were in a fight. It made me think of strawberries.
I opened my eyes and pulled away from him, swaying slightly as my inebriated brain tried to fit the pieces together. I looked to his drink for an explanation- maybe he had been slurping down a strawberry margarita and I had just been smelling tequila. No, I was right, it was a straight shot of cheap vodka. A little out of options, I looked back up to the confused face above me, focusing past my pleasant alcohol-induced haze.
"Is something wrong?" It was slurred, and maybe a bit deeper, but that was his voice, there was no doubt anymore.
"S-Scott?" I asked without meaning to, sounding dazed and embarrassed.
There it was, a flash of recognition in his glazed eyes, and he whispered, almost awed, "Mitch?"
I nodded, and didn't protest when his lips fell upon mine once more.
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Taste (Scomiche)
Fiksi PenggemarMemories of Scott flood Mitch's mind. He hasn't forgotten his high school boyfriend over the course of ten years. He misses everything about him. Right down to the taste of his lips. ***smut is marked***
