At first I was scared as hell I've heard all these things about the frat boys and what they've done to even the prettiest girls in high school and the smirk on his face didn't make me any more at ease. Now he was so close I could not only see his breath forming bellows of clouds as each exhale entered the frigid new York air; but I could feel the warmth from his body, I could almost taste the salt on his lips as he brushes them cautiously against Mine almost as if each touch and second was a bit of a conversation based on my desire to taste even more and his desire to probably hurt me with my most elaborate form of self harm 'love'. I broke out in a cold sweat and he gently placed his arm around my waist pulling me to him I hesitated before rising on my toes to kiss him and when he gladly reciprocated I put both of my hands around his neck as I felt almost whisked away into the intense kiss that was filled with a hunger that knocked the wind out of me.
