Broken

4-Avriel

Kirstin's lips on mine felt like nothing ever before. I wanted her, laying next to me, gently caressing my hair.

I wanted her body, too.

I wanted her arched back, her moans, her pulls and squeezes.

Screw that, I needed her.

But, she wouldn't budge.

I also, believe it or not, admire her.

I admire how kind she is, under her sassy facade. I admire her wit and charm. I admire everything about her.

I roll out of bed, immediately wondering if she's cooking for me or if I get the pleasure to cook for her.

Instead of the beautiful Kirstin standing in my kitchen, I see a note.

Avi,

I've gone to work. I'll see you at 5:00.

Kirstin

My heart drops a little, but I too have work. I ate a bowl of granola and got dressed. I pulled on a sweater over my button down and slicked my hair into a man bun.

I grabbed my suitcase and hurried out the door. When I got to work, Kevin smiled at me.

"Hey brother! Heard you got a new match!"

"Kirstin Maldonado," her name rolls off of my tongue.

"Oh wow, she's a great florist. A great friend too."

"What? You know Kirstin?"

"Yeah, we've been friends since we were kids."

"That's great!" I clap my hands together and sit behind my new desk.

5:00 doesn't come fast enough. No one can stop me as I fly out the door and home. Kirstin sits on the couch, wearing a black skirt and a star sweater. She looks stunning, her short blonde hair straight, a forest green apron at her hips.

"How was your day?" I ask her, and she nods.

"I had a lot of arrangements, due to wedding season."

"Are you stressed?" I moved my lips to her ear, my hands exploring her. "I can fix that."

I place a gentle kiss behind her ear, and she pushes her palms into my back, encouraging me.

"Are you ticklish?" I breathe in her ear.

"Wha-"

I cut her off by tickling every piece of her skin. She giggles and wiggles out of my grasp. I chase her into my bedroom. I throw her on the bed, crawl on top of her, and tickle her relentlessly.

"Please, stop!" she giggles. I pin her hands with one of mine above her head, and look down at our position. I'm straddling her, her hands pinned, her eyes suggestive.

I bury my face in her neck, leaving kisses and marks and licks. I take special time for my favorite place, the dip in her collarbone. I leave long kisses there.

"You can take off my shirt," she whispers, breathless.

I let go of her hands only long enough to get her shirt off, then pin them back up.

"I meant bra too," Kirstin was still breathing heavily, and I managed to unclip the bra and slide it off of her, pinning her hands once again.

Every peak, every valley, every slope was beautiful.

I kissed down her chest and made my way to a breast.

I kissed around her nipple gently, then I swirled my tongue around it, Kirstie shuddering behind it.

My pants came of not too long after.

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